Deliver me from these screaming voices

choked in blood that beg me to remember

the lies I've whispered the things I've done

people I've left like broken puppets

to drown in shallow waters

Deliver me from this diseased body

falling apart day after day in time to a thousand

flickering heartbeats hoping against

the ticking of some bio-clock destined to drag

me to an early grave

Deliver me from your fists and heartbreak

the things you told me you'd do tomorrow

when I come home waiting in a bedroom

that has become my prison hands on a gun

older than myself

Deliver me, father, from your love