Not agnostic just lost it
Being me is waking up and living every day you make descent that is too slow to say and to fast to understand.
Falling down into a burning under under land
Unable to reach out and grab a hand
Because you know that reaching out only to escape, will only seal your fate
Knowing that you are going to have to bleed to believe
to blend in to ascend
You are going to have to destroy yourself and begin again to get in
There is no other way so you start another day
This poem is about:
Me