Confessions

Confessions

A Poem by Zane Mathias

Forgive me father for I have sinned

It has been a century since my last confession

I played the parts- my mind at war,

The dope  show playing

Like a broken record from Poes evermore,

I just shot up I need this confession  

I loved feeling filthy- filthy and whored

I sold myself-my soul-sold all my love and possessions

I still can get enough- I need more to fixate this addiction,

One more hit, one more high

The pain last for seconds

Passing time, nodding off, hallucinating my crucifixion

Writing my obsessions time, drugs sex and vengeance I cant

Seem to get enough I am always fixated on these addictions

I guess this mean I go to hell

To this my final confession

I don’t think I can change

Do I even have a reason

Will it be another century till my next confession.

Lay out on the floor convulsing with the devil

Give me just one more hit and I will become your unholy vessel

Deliberating constantly

Shot up or reality

This falsified world I live a fatality

Came crashing down taking casualties.

 

Forgive me father for I have sinned

It has been a century since my last confession

Is it worth it to continue

For this human body I possess is a abomination to your message.


© 2011 Zane Mathias



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very cool ink...well done

Posted 4 Years Ago


deep beauty,written with great creatively..surreal

Posted 4 Years Ago


You have read my piece "The Devils Dance" so you know I have dealt with this before. Wow you have taken this to another level and have spoken the words of the person who was so dear to my heart and lost. The questions of forgiveness and Ecstasy mixing into one, and not knowing how not to give in, so powerful indeed. Beginning and ending the piece the with " forgive me father for I have sinned" make it so trembling, I am shaking. You know how to portray every point from beginning to end, bringing me in deeper and deeper. This is an exceptional piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago


this is a deep deep write - almost surreal yet gritty and raw. Well penned.

Posted 5 Years Ago


It was a very, very strong piece of art. The conclusion to me really stood out. Gave me goosebumps actually. I have read your work before also, but now - it is like as if, you have gone to a very different level. You have outdone yourself here!

Posted 5 Years Ago


This was incredibly moving! I loved the mix of shame and faith, the right with the wrong. Great piece, I enjoyed reading.
And I take it your Catholic? Don't worry the priest will just give you a couple Hail Mary's and a few Our Father's and you're as good as new ;) I haven't been to confession since I made my Conformation.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Very well done, it was very intense and interesting :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


A very thought-provoking and intense write. Great job. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Great write - Very interesting internal struggle about faith and works (or lack thereof) and the human condition. The corrupt idea of works-based salvation reaches into even the darkest corners of life. It's a shame that faith-based salvation usually doesn't reach that far.
Very good with the free form too- bouncing back and forth like highs and lows.
Nicely done!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Wow! What a tremendously moving write about the struggles of addiction of many kinds and the torment one feels in trying to make their life meaningful if possible. Truly a dark but moving read. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 6 Years Ago



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