When so often I have mistaken

The alluring meteors for Polaris.

Why do I question my stars?

As I lie here lost and devoid

In the laps of this darkness

That Seeped out from within.


As the heat from my desires

Rise up to burn my soul down

I wonder about the sacrificial lamb

Unconcerned with the furtive business

Of a ruthless man and ignorant god;

While I choke in the ashes of my own.


Oh the poor rope, tucked and torn.

Pulled and raped, by their naked hands

You are just that innocent lamb.

Blameless victim of their eternal war

Where your life doesn’t count

But your blood does.