on and on, pretending till the break of heart and fallen world.
Broke my positive lens,
lent it to clumsy angels and selfish cherubs.
More than a mess is a mess all the way to your first floor slammed knees to the last laying down mutterings,
forgive me Lord, I did my best.
I hope I didn’t fuck up too much.
I hope I did the right thing too much.
And at last…
A whisper is a sigh your heart makes.