Slept Well


I’m a guilty sinner so believe
what you must to sleep well.
The sky mine is torn into so
I sleep not to wake and tell.

Believe me my conscience it
is clear so don’t hurl insults.
The penance of a sinner I’ll
myself seek the better results.

I am fucked up so please see
the door red opened and forth
came a monster of my making
so my own logic I try divorce.

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