The Invisible Way Out And In

Rules are for people who need them,
a better fate than to still deceive
sins not of flesh but of spiritual longing,
a bitter path only a god can conceive.

I can assume you someway realize
it’s too late for me now.
In your coldest depths, you understand
it’s too late for me now.

Though not an Atheist, I wish for a god
to give me something to believe,
a trail to walk, to follow without doubt,
a way my shriveled soul can grieve.

I can expect you someway realize
it’s too late for me now.
In your deepest depths, you understand
it’s too late for me now.

There is nothing left for me here,
nothing to care that I would leave,
no one who would shed tears in miss
of a puzzle lacking will to be naïve.

I can accept you someway realize
it’s too late for me now.
In your darkest depths, you understand
it’s too late for me now.

There is no more innocence left for me,
no strings with which to weave.
It’s too late for me now.
It’s too late.