I lay down on the floor
to stare at the blank white ceiling.
All the lights in my room are on
to make the ceiling the brightest canvas.
And I think about all that I should do,
all that must be done, and what I should not have done.
Submitting yourself into wrong doing
is a very complicated scheme.
If anything, you should compromise
your brain and your hands
into creating a healthy habit
rather then a hate crime.
Your lord is a leviathan
and your heart is a stone,
but somehow he loves you still.