your good, for my sins.

by marcus

You are all super heros

and I am that fog on your window

after a shower

lingering

that see threw smog

that disapates

when in conflict

with something cold

i have gone deaf

then the world went silent

we lost comuncation

till we all became islands

and when the water enchroched

there where no boats

or shores to save us

the world has enslaved us

with no parting gifts

just lists of sins

not to be forgiven

I tried to begin again

as a zombie

dead again christian

the shoe didnt fit

so i sliped

and fell further

with no floor below

or god above

i was resltess , right here

counting sheep and seconds

wondering, what will I have for breakfast

then it came, not the answer

but breakfast

and then the duldrams of the day

without a crusade

and nothing to be crucified for