awake

my eyes burn like the sinner's mark.
my brain pounds like the tolling of the bell.
i promise to redeem myself,
to relieve myself from this prison.
brush off the cobwebs, and sweep the hall.
i will bring this chapter to a close.
if these times merit change, than i will change.
my life was bright once upon a time,
and my hope were high.
that was a dream though.
i took a glimpse through a fish-eye lense.
my world was curved, and disprportionate.
the taste was sweet like ripened blackberry.
i took the juice that dripped from my chin,
and outlined the sinner's mark.
i traced it gently around the edges,
and i promised to make better.
i swore to myself that one day i would be through
with making promises, with breaking dates,
with sinning, with everything.
i promised to make myself better.
i sat in my cell with the loud tolling bell,
and it drilled change into my bed.