• He is laced
    With beautiful sin
    Carved from the heart
    Etched in his skin

    Not craving attention
    Or meeting the dead
    Just telling his story
    Leaving more pages to be read

    His skin is so pale
    Just a wasted aray
    Ribs embossed
    Bones chaffing away

    With that everlasting smile
    Upon that face
    No momentary lapse of reasoning
    Nothing falling from grace

    Listen as he laughs
    No muscles stressed
    He craves your attention
    Because he knows that yours is the best

    His spirit grasps and pulls you
    Through the thick air of lies
    And pulls you to salvation
    You're everything in his eyes