Dried efforts cry through the night as the drought within me spills into the darkness. Bleeding through an escape to this ride in a life sealed with a lethal twist.
I’m running to a place deep under.
Meet me there by 12 in the dark.
Come to me. Surrender.
I swear I saw a light.
Just how many sins can it hide?
The ones who’ve died are yet to come, yet to speak to the unholy one. He knows all your thoughts and all your sins. He lives within.
He can even tell how many times my fingers have lied through the night.