Mune Lite

I don't want my feelings,
Send them back from where they came
Desires lit like fire pits
That burn with raging flame.
Lust and anger, all consuming
Mind and heart and soul.
With creeping sins they're seeping in
And ravaging me whole.

I want to look at you
And be freed from what is hurting
I want to see you
Without feeling things at all
Can I somehow lose the trace of
What I feel when we embrace
And be as cold as the moon
That lights your face?

I'm still observing spectres,
Ghosts that I know all by name
And I can see, they're circling round me
Breeding Greed and wretched shame.
I don't even want their foils,
Like sweet angelic Bliss;
Joy and Laughter, sometime after,
Leave me with only more to miss...

I want to look around
And be freed from what is hurting
I want to see the world
Without feeling things at all
Can I somehow lose the trace of
All this emotional waste
And be as cold as the moon
That lights this place?

Oh save me not
From evil men
For they cause not
My sin.
Deliver me
From feeling things
That rage beneath
My skin.

So sayeth The Brad...