separate completely, but compromise just enough, enough to let it go down easy but in the end to burn. reckless i am.
without helmet or mind conscience only for a minute. to seperate myself again, to seperate myself. this endless cycle of transgression soothes me to a paralyzed state of bliss. catch a time, just to put it in a jar. for a memory. memories don't save me. it is my life, does it outlast my sin'
forgiveness is only good when i am in truth with myself. but more importantly...
...with god