Rebirth

I am staring at this hollow shell

Indecisive on concluding my love.

The church has forgotten my name and friends of my family sent me to hell.

For I have given up on faith and befriended death. 

He is caring and gifts me an end. 

I am a believer though, of moments, creating a big picture,

Telling stories of lives I will never hear.

So, I will damn those empty shells proudly for their ignorant hearts. 

Because my realistic ideas have carried me above heaven

And my insecure dark love has concurred hell.

While the rest fear in the dark,

Praying for someone to save them from their insane thoughts.

But I lust loudly of beautiful women

And kill those men who banished me in the open.

I will not fall and be ashamed of my thoughts.

No God will save me,

For I have nothing to be saved from.