Tortured Saviour
I’m in a confused state of the mind.
The path that seemed so clear,
blurred somewhere along the line.
I seek another existence,
another explanation for the way things are now.
I question you.
I challenge you.
To find out who I am.
I mock you.
I disprove you.
To find out who I am.
The simple facts and truths
became riddles for my mind.
Your kind acts of love and happiness
came at a very high price,
to become numb.
I question you.
I challenge you.
To find out who I am.
I mock you.
I disprove you.
To find out who I am.
I bet you’re as lonely and confused as I am.
I bet you’re as desperate and tortured as I am.
Only I don’t build a kingdom.
Only I don’t justify with religion.
Only I don’t seek followers and
that’s why only I am weak.
When did my blindness disappear
and make way for my lonely journey?
My naivety and ignorance seem now
like perfect comfort zones.
Will I find my way back to you?
I question you.
I challenge you.
To find out who I am.
I mock you.
I disprove you.
To find out who I am.
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