Gone…
This autumn season stole my faith,
as it stole leaves and life so dear.
Gone…
With no reason, and only hate,
and all I have left is fear.

The stars lie out of focus,
crescent moon behind a cloud.
Am I drifting, or just crazy,
dead crickets make no sound.

I’ve lost my fire,
it’s gone forever.
Just as my will to live.
So, God, is a liar.
And I truly never,
have any more faith to give…now.

The path, lies twisted,
Its soul, so wicked,
testing fate once more.
The trees, have thickened,
and the scent, so explicit,
of sage, and light camphor.

Gallow’s lie, luminousley,
just beneathe the hanging tree.
And the old man smiles insidiousley,
blind, but to souls…he can see.

He tells me how, his life void of colour,
for its been so long, since he’s seen another,
soul that wasnt so black.
And still, he tells me,
why god is condemning,
the deeds I’ve done in the past…

and neither have I.