I repent

silhoettes of things long gone
haunted songs in the throng....

faces pale and unmoving
hands so cold and unsoothing...

I repent

less is more and more is less
I realized as I undressed...

I repent

hands are roving grabbing owning
servants now lay prone and groaning...

I repent

the blood i saw and lies I told
gave the youth to those of old...

soul was mine before the dawn
as I lay stretched upon the lawn...

emryonic sad and void of myrth
never reaching pre-sumed birth...

tearing ripping quiet the knife
every roving the dear dear wife...

oh god...
I repent