Sins from your past, they shroud your soul in black.
and if you could, ten times you'd take them back.
but no, you can't
and no forgiveness will your conscience grant.
You fear that what was once left in the night
will crawl from crass cave and come back to bite
and sink its teeth
through crusted shell, to fleshy heart beneath.
So while your heart collects dust on the shelf
Sit here and make excuses for yourself
like I was drunk
or I was in a funk.
But until then suppress your heavy sigh
and laugh and hold your guilty head up high
and just pretend
that all is well, and bliss will never end.
