Merrison to Raymond

Lay off, Lay low.
Rights Wronged, Wrongs forever untold.
Bitter secrets burning a hole through my mind,
Getting cold and colder, worse with time.
Loves lost, yet loves gained.
Loves hurt and the heart I have pained.
How can I make up,
for what I have done?
Need I, must I,
Face what I had begun.
Memories wanted to be left buried,
Inside,
Alive.
Now I know,
I’ve got demons that need to be exorcised.
It is late and my mind wanders far.
I see the tree in the yonder pasture.
Its laden boughs beckoning me to taste of its fruit.
Yet, I cannot, for it is forbidden,
the land is not mine.
Sweet Lady temptation, why dost thou jab me?
Do you not see me bleed?
Do you not see my pain?
Lady, you know the tree and its fruit are out of my grasp.
So why then dost thou make it so appealing?
Will its juice quench my thirst or fill my longing with its potent poison?
Ravaging my very being with a fierce fire that consumes my soul.
Lady temptation, why dost thou make the grim reapers’ gown feel so soft and soothing.
Why does his toothy smile call me?
Why does death look so nice?

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