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.