The Sun that has too soon set
Makes my eyes yeild to darkness.
My eyes that are governed by tyrrany
Make that darkness live within me.
Jesus Christ is my morning star
Yet is not the same for the name Lucifer?
Are my stars that shine only fake through time
As the source burnt out long ago?
Am I holding to riddles and emotional candles
As I die because it's all I know?
I have nothing left but inaneness of breath
That screams 'praxis ideology'.
Yet my self kills my self till I have no self
And what remains is pure idolatry.
Sin is sin is sin, as I sit in front of my vanity.
To apply, to curl, to brush, this is sin in practicallity.
... this is me so tired of it all
The morning star awakens well before dawn
As dawn is the train of its robe.
For it is 2 in the morning when we see it's glory
Breaking in on the depth of the darkness.
My darkness has awoken with only hopes broken
Oh setting sun won't you please arise?
Be more than my fiction or hopeless addictions
Be a light that I cannot disguise.
But this I know:
That you are more certain,
guaranteed to be a light shining in the dark place
until the day dawns and you, as the morning star, arise in our heart.
2 Peter 1:19
