Breathing an air,
permeated, soaked in darkness,emanating from within,
resonating like a scream no onecan hear

I wear this chaos well.
Though noneshould save me,
desperation keeps me here,
my need forinnocence,
the place where I began
The abyss becomesme,
I wear this chaos well.

Are these not wordsof heresy
a venom on my lips, a poison?
My spiritimpurified
in everything I choose to say

Withyou I stand in hope that
god will save us fromourselves.
Every cry a wasted moment
until another dayis lost.
Even lands we once called home
lieundiscovered and unknown.
Only heaven&'s silence for ananswer.
And did our laughter, did our tears
have somepurpose after all?
Did we toil in vain in hope
thatwisdom came from what we&'d done?
Even lands we oncecalled home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Onlyheaven&'s silence for an answer.

Are these notwords of heresy
a venom on my lips, a poison?
Myspirit impurified
in everything I choose to say
If I would shed my skin, the layers left,
but not thelessons learned
it would not undo what I have done
orgrant forgiveness in some better days.