Per Cod

COMING OUT (FROM UNDER IT ALL)

is what I hate the most
i can take being ill
even when my mind takes me places
i’ve never been
never seen
only feared
what i fear the most
is what comes now
coming out
from under it all
making my way through
the rubbles of my mind
well enough to know
how sick i really am
how low i’ve sunk
how little is left
better then
to lose it all
to never know
that it wasn’t always so
no tears shed
from the madman’s eye
ignorance is bliss
bless me father,
for i have sinned