Forgiven
It’s never a burden to be wanted
Even when it’s an impossible dream.
An admiration from the safest distance;
The selective pressure of a mindless meme
How can anything be forbidden
When everything will be forgiven?
Like a secret scream at the centre of the earth,
Nothing is born until the moment of birth.
Drawn into a desperate, frightening world;
An energetic hell of hurtful wonder.
No painful feeling could ever extinguish
The miserable thrill of going under.
How can anything be forbidden
When everything will be forgiven?
Like a secret scream at the centre of the earth,
Nothing is born until the moment of birth.
Behind a locked door waits a scary question.
There’s no such thing as all is fair.
The hours of imagined conversations
Written in a diary of despair.
How can anything be forbidden
When everything will be forgiven?
Like a secret scream at the centre of the earth,
Nothing is born until the moment of birth.
