Further from it - Poem
Foolishness stride heavy,
Upon the brows of defeat.
Faltered was the path,
To the height of cold sinful darkness.
Thoughts of insanity,
Strike me down.
They sear the wounds with memories,
Of the sweetest delight.
Memories flood emotion,
Actions decipher my loyalty.
All the way down to heaven,
I was struck down by the gusty winds of sin.