CAMELOT FANTASIES

CONFESSIONS

Confessions, ov A different kind.
Blazing rapid, thru the mind.
With the taste, ov the blind.
Focused blame, upon the tongue.
Feelings that once, the souls have sung.
Banished for my sins, had just begun.
Shattered is the pain, amongst the rain that stung.
We know that, life has began.
Even if the souls, would just allow it in
Life could be, with beauty again.
Battling with, the vipers within.
Confessions ov a sin.