Fear
I saw you today your appearance hidden your intent written and I was the paper love lost came looking and lead me home still you were there the words engraved the markings on bone home became nothing but small talk over meat and chocolate cake I was distracted to say the least imbedded in the welcoming of embrace caught in the crossfire my escape had been a backward masking my indulgence of the sinful kind my saviour a blessing on loan my right typed there are no shoes nor shirt to fit no morning till evening fast for books that burn repeated told of a cross that stood to last.
