Sink

Memories

Of Jamborees

Enemies of victories

Disturbances 

Of consequences

Why do i see all these
The smell of all that sin still lingers

And yet all that is in the past

I see the blood

Falling to the sink

Soon there will be

No trace of this
Oh Lord, only your eyes can say these things

Rinse off my soul 

Heal me of the guilt I bear

All I’ve seen

Gave me all these scars

I would heal

If I was not a monster

So pray for me, before you idolize me

I may not be all that I seem
The smell of all that sin still lingers

And yet all that is in the past
I see the blood

Falling to the sink

Soon there will be

No trace of this
Oh Lord, only your eyes can say these things

Rinse off my soul 

Heal me of the guilt I bear