Welcome To My Prayer

No sooner are you a stranger to me No truer I begged around to know the truth Now a scavenger of the life I’ve lived Feeding on the remains of the day

Welcome to my prayer of life and death No depth in me and no nerve to ascend to anything Life hauls me out by the ankles No one risking life and limb to save me Welcome to my prayer

No heroes at my side They see me, giving me a wink of my own indiscretions I am no trouble to them in my silence I offer no remarks in my prayer Welcome to my prayer of stillness

Muteness leaves no grudges It would annoy them if I welcomed them to my prayer Under a lofty archway they hold me in high regards in their secret lusty exchange I am worthy of my penance Welcome to my prayer of choice My sin dictates the one who won me that night

Welcome to my prayer stuffed with immorality The debauchery of the winning hand and takes the one most liked Welcome to my prayer of estrangement to God No one knows the suitors I’ve contended Some discreet, others not so much My soul naked for all to see On display for the next exchange

Welcome to my prayer Welcome to my prayer knowingly doing wrong to self Welcome to my prayer in ropes of rags around my loins Delicate and bruised Below my waist they stand nearby I give my power to the winner of the night