Askew

Cloudless sunny face slowly turning over
Spilling guts locked in a bomb-proof shelter
Rotting in a naturally uncomfortable way
Ugly from the seams drifts this raw odor

Now, more than ever before
I don't trust miracles or the broad strokes of imagination
That everything will come to a beautiful close

I bite down and grapple the truth
That burned and tortured my soul
I look away from myself
The image is askew

Evil festers thick in a calloused comment
The thickest skin just sizzles to its acid
Swelling to a mass that tips the Egyptian scale
Palms are damp and ears are full of white sound

I owe you an apology
I was wrong many times, convincingly
My faith will waver at anything
Until this comes to a beautiful close

Now, more than ever before
I don't trust miracles or the broad strokes of imagination
That everything will come to a beautiful close

So I bite down and grapple the truth
That burned and tortured my soul
I look away from myself
The image is askew
I look away from myself
The image is askew