Disclaimer: I don't own anything American McGee Wise.
Authors Note: Major Break from writing. I just got the urge to now, gimme some feedback. IDK if this is gunna turn out, but you know, flaming's cool too.
peace.
Forgive Me Father,
For I Have Sinned.
I Have Prayed Once Before,
Behind These Closed Doors.
In This Cage Where I Weep,
On This Bed Where I Sleep.
Where I Dream Dreams Of Burning Fields Of Long Dead Grass,
A House Is A Blaze Beneath The Dark Blue Sky,
Where I Used To Paint The Roses Red,
Once Upon A Night
A While, So Long, LongAgo.
Do You Remember, Father,
On Quiet Nights Like Those,
When I'd Paint The Roses Red,
When You'd Whisper In My Ear,
Sweetly.
Do You Remember Father?
Do You?
Why Don't We Talk Anymore?
Like We Used To,
When I Was So Small,
Small Enough For You To Hold Me,
When You Were My World.
When Nothing Else Mattered.
I Remember.
I Remember That Summer Night,
When The Dark Blue Sky Became A Blazing Red And Orange.
I Had Smelled The Smoke First,
I Could Have Saved You From Burning,
Both You And Mother.
But I Was Too Busy Painting The Roses Red,
In My Wonderland,
Having Tea With My 'Friends'.
That Night,
I Could Have Saved You.
Saved Me.
From This Eternal Mindless Hell.
And Now I'm Dead.
Just Like You, Father.
Only, I Have The Shell Of My Body Left.
So,
At Least Now You Know I'm A Sinner.
And Now It's Me,
Who Needs To Be Saved,
So Now I'm LeftTo Pray Alone,
As I Descend From Grace.