Hallowed Amends
Irises that speak in tidal splashes of an empathic stare
Shutters at the remembrance of the half eaten fruit
Over powered at the hands of beasts that lurk in the shadows of dreams in a mournful past
My sight kept over you in apologetic projections
Demons drained and pulled from out of my core
Expelled and captured in this scroll of time
"Tie the wailing tormenting spirits to an anchor of sweet and blessed water
so, that they may be cast...into the forsaken fires that they came from"
Intended acts of shrouded behaviors toward the Man, not my own but the wraths which were influenced of an abominable angel
My yearns and urges for a baptized soul beat in my blood
Like my desires for cleansing, I would drink the wine
so I could be safe and to keep my scratchful shape shifts at bay