Gospel

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

When I walk through the dark alley of the night

I see angels filled up with drugs singing sad gospels

Asking for Jesus, but he doesn’t appear

Waiting for some dark and lonely knight

Insomniac angels waiting for death

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

A long way from my home

In my empty apartment

Just sitting alone

With a pen, whispering stupid sentences

Poems of nightmares

Alone with my characters

Alone with slaves, turning black

Sometimes I’m John, Matthew, Luke and Mark

Blind to god

Because I don’t see no glory or love

Only darkness in the sky

And phantoms screaming above

Raining tears of their cry

Save me Judas with your miraculous kisses

Because I walk alone with my shadow

A long way from my home