I woke up this morning

 With stings of my reward from the future

Fatefully grilled in torment and confusing pain

Condemning my sojourn to pleasure unending.

When did I fall so deep?

Alas! It must be when I assumed grace for opportunities

Or when I accepted my body language as the best judgment

Bang! When I decided to experience how down my fall could feel

Infallible was my image of me

Until I realized I could lose him for nothing

My soul, out casted by the diminishing stench of my sins

Even my dreams would a make better damage

I greed no more to stride atop

Or to pride in grace consumption

But to breathe the dusty breeze of normalcy

And to live in fear of losing him, my soul.