Leather bound book
Feed me all the answers
Bleach my brain and birth me again
Teach me
Give me everything that you know
I’ll assume what you don’t
Use me
My body is your vessel
I will use you
This nonsensical Necronomicon
To nurture and to nullify
As I see fit
Guide me along the winding road of life
I believe
In the plagues descended upon the sinful
Creatures saved from devastation
As I sit with my own life in ruin
I will whisper
I believe
I have sinned many times without number
And I will be forced to do it once again
No matter how great the number
You will tell me that you forgive
Forgive me for my voice
For speaking out of turn
Vanquish my vile vitriol
Forgive me for my thoughts
Doubting
Drowning
No matter the path
I follow from now on
I will be whispering
I believe
