confessions

felt bad like I didn't have to go through again later
with what sounded like lyrics
compensated for the thoughts of an alligator
servant, servant
a host and a waiter
to the flesh and lost I catered
on my own I never could
know what I was doing
as I awoken I pulled myself out through the ground
to feel the difference

naked
theres was no room for luxury
or prestige for someone like me

unable to hear the meaning of

my confessions.