for he who is me

Oh blazing blinding brazen light I surrender to my ungodly plight
. Feeling wanting hopeful times I remember how soon time will fly
In dreams of me once was the eye the understanding of divides
. Gone the paranoia of looking behind.
Find me skinny bent back huddled with the night
Among the fireflies imitating the skies.
Borrowed wings of a harrowed high
I’m living in the golden lie
The stage has aged but stays the rage
We walk page by page with the new age sage
Hates the days and their redundant ways
He’s no bait for the pearly gates
Oh lord but I have to ask
Why to me this heavy task
To forsake the man to whom I ran
Whenever trembled my frail young hand
His tears now bleeding for my sins
Damn you who tailored my saturnine skin
And then for mother the son dour
Her womb mourns that ungodly hour
Delinquent son continues his run
Always looking to the sun
Ah but if this is truly me
Then this me I’ll truly be