Finally apparent why you are my shelter
Fortress where I should rest and recover
Empty everywhere else although loud noises and flashes rage
Open doors just dressed up cages
God I don’t want illusions touching me
Promising packed plates of vanity pride filing
The weed sex food liquor entertainment failed
Big promises empty endings after instant gratification
Hold me as I am cleansed
I want heavenly gifts instead of fleshly shifts towards the grave.
