Genesis

A seven Day reality
The Genesis of my five fingered bible
The new, newer old Testament
Testament to my self-titled irony
the embryonic start of me
Is just the beginning of a Week'

Of every week I feel weak
In my knees and kneel down to pray.
In theory, because I fear Thee
In reality, I just freak myself out.

Day One:
It's hard to dissect the core of me
When seeds and flesh fall somewhere behind me
Leaving pieces one by one and two by two
And Yea, I built the ark-
With the hole on the bottom
So one by one and two by two
I drowned.
Drowned but rescued as I shine my light
And I will let there be light:
Day One.

Day Two:
Cameras roll and I'm frozen in place
trying to believe in a human race
That gives me more than these things I use
Man's gift of substance abuse
Yea, it's my choice, so I accept the gift
and When these mics are muted I can't speak my piece
So I'll forever hold my piece
Until an angel came down from heaven to batlle this beast
and whispers to me
"Spaek up my child, the angels are here my dear"
Let there be heaven:
Day Two

Day Three:
Gets harder to remember the First tImes
The First time I took a bus to school,
Too cool to cry
So a Waterproof mask I'll paint,
Fits like a glove to my face
Wear it like my own skin
Until the day I find it shattered into Six Million pieces of ashed ancestry
Picking up the pieces as my salt water sea runs behind me.
Day Three.

Day Four:
With three days passed
I'm left unprotected, unarmed
For the night you said goodbye
And did this heart much harm.
A stinging prick pumps his drug directly through my veins
And his exit wound burns deeper than his grand entry.
Overdose on love and you leave me in withdrawal
I'm ageless and only able to crawl
Followng the horizon with my eyes on
You.
But instead of you I was greeted by the sun,
Two greater stars lit up my night sky:
Day Four.

Day Five:
The day I'm left to listen to my own absence
And I'd rather drink a bottle of Absinthe
Then watch the world forget me.
So instead I fly on the wings of an angel,
Wishing it were a dove.
But jealosy is a dangerous love,
Because the same music that soothes us,
Also makes us cry.
My tears fro him, yours for me.
Birds of a feather, unrecognizable to one another.
Day Five.

Day six:
The day I welcomed the rules and brake them
Before the night fell upon my guilt ridden soul
An yea, I broke that cardinal rule more than once
Every time I neglect
To check
If the dead animal on my plate was killed proper-ly
Kosher-ly.
Day Six.

Day Seven:
I'm resting in revered mimicry.
Sleeping under the bright lights of my computer screen
Only wishing for a happy dream.
Guess I'm too late
When I wake
From a sleepeless night
And it's begun again, Day One.