It lays on my soul, a weighty black,

the lies I have told, no turning back. I make mistakes, then repeat the behavior,

I want to partake in the belief of a savior.

One that forgives, makes me feel clean,

before the grave claims the obscene.

Tossing and turning, call myself names,

guilt like a fire, searing my brain,

no end in sight, in need of closure,

the light is too bright,




Joe-Jo La Beau