In Too Deep

Beauty and the Blood

Is this the end?
Or just the beginning?

What will tomorrow’s demons send?
Or will the angels stop me from sinning?

I look out my window,
Watching the world fall,

The night sky lit up with cannon glow,
As we hide behind our safe wall,

Feelings of disconnection,
From the rest of the human race,

Praying for their protection,
As I turn from God’s face,

Asking him to forgive,
While I spit at his glory,

As men who would have me dead come to the place where I live,
I write my.... his....story,

Knowing that it is my first,
Yet realizing it could also be my last,

Yearning to quench my thirst,
As shrapnel flies from a bomb’s blast,

Always thinking of her,
But wondering if there’s anyone beside,

My high school days pass in a blur,
For in my Father I will confide...