Existential

1

Caked with grime, cracked with time, my hands they build this wall of mine.

Anger and lies, lamenting cries, form the bricks from which it will rise.

Sorrow and shame cage my blame, will keep me safe from the devil’s flame.

Wall to defy a world awry; hide alone and in self rely.

2

Caked with grime, cracked with time, my hands they build this wall of mine.

World of fools.  Devil’s mules.  But what if I’m evil too?

Inner thoughts, deadly shots, pierce the illusion which I’ve sought.

Wall of pretense, a charlatan’s fence, conceals the pain of my existence.

3

Caked with grime, filth and slime, my soul it wreaks of selfish crimes.

Full of regret, death I fret, will it come with this sunset? 

In shadows I hide, darkness reside, suffer in silence and to no one confide.

Wall of dismay, death and decay, traps my soul so far away.

4

Caked with grime, cracked with time, my hands they build this wall of mine.

Anger and lies, lamenting cries, form the bricks from which it will rise.

Sorrow and shame, cage my blame, will keep me safe from the devil’s flame.

Wall of guilt, Pandorian quilt, shrouds my soul to whither and wilt.

5

Caked with grime, cracked with time, my hands they’ve built this wall of mine.

Angelic call, shakes my wall, warns me of a tragic fall.

Sorrow and shame, caged in blame, won’t keep me safe from the devil’s flame.

Wall of my sin, I’m stuck within, save me oh Lord from this leper’s pen.

Bennett, M.J.