dear god,
I'm still in the test, still in the stress, still in this mess, and the devil rolled out the welcome mat to sin, should turn to you but all i see is him, tick tock the clock keeps rotating in my mind, so i know that when i stop hearing it I'm out of time, I'm just trying to keep on the straight, but the devil want to take my faith, so each night i cry just a little, die just a little, i wish i could fly just a little, facing satan, wondering if he's a manifestation of my final destination, and could it be, i'm too blind to see, whats wrong with me, and will i die clutching a silver bullet to my heart, poetry is my art, but will it heal me, release me from whatever it is holding me captive, am i captain pain, tears from the eye turn to rain, each night i cry just a little, die just a little, i wish i could fly just a little.
yours sincerly, Abd.
I'm still in the test, still in the stress, still in this mess, and the devil rolled out the welcome mat to sin, should turn to you but all i see is him, tick tock the clock keeps rotating in my mind, so i know that when i stop hearing it I'm out of time, I'm just trying to keep on the straight, but the devil want to take my faith, so each night i cry just a little, die just a little, i wish i could fly just a little, facing satan, wondering if he's a manifestation of my final destination, and could it be, i'm too blind to see, whats wrong with me, and will i die clutching a silver bullet to my heart, poetry is my art, but will it heal me, release me from whatever it is holding me captive, am i captain pain, tears from the eye turn to rain, each night i cry just a little, die just a little, i wish i could fly just a little.
yours sincerly, Abd.