Preacher
Like some petrified opus
I ached to bloom
To molt the last eighteen-hundred days
The fire escape acted as my pedestal
Letting smoke and ash penetrate my insides
I unleashed the torture
I released the freeze
Suddenly uninhibited to speak gospel
I was your maestro
My secrets
No longer kept quiet
As easy as they came… I wept
No restraints
My paralyzed heart and mind
Corrupting your ideals
I have two feet to walk on
But only half a mind to know which way’s right
Or left
What’s left?
A broken messiah
Who seeking herself
The frozen tundra of my soul
Cannot house the homeless
However I am not home un-less
My heart coexists
With the key
The answer
To the question
My mind refuses to reveal
Like some petrified opus
I ached to bloom
To molt the last eighteen-hundred days
The fire escape acted as my pedestal
Letting smoke and ash penetrate my insides
I unleashed the torture
I released the freeze
Suddenly uninhibited to speak gospel
I was your maestro
My secrets
No longer kept quiet
As easy as they came… I wept
No restraints
My paralyzed heart and mind
Corrupting your ideals
I have two feet to walk on
But only half a mind to know which way’s right
Or left
What’s left?
A broken messiah
Who seeking herself
The frozen tundra of my soul
Cannot house the homeless
However I am not home un-less
My heart coexists
With the key
The answer
To the question
My mind refuses to reveal