Sean P. Pratt

Being Alive 

 I ponder often

Why it is that we are threatened with Hell?

If Hell is worse than life

Then I truly shiver

 

Does it get worse?

No remorse for people crushed

No rebirth for the fetus hushed

Sing me the song of youth

Of innocence

Of true holy beauty

 

Confusion blinds the seer

Of worlds unknown

Hysteria ripples society

Closing the circle

On youthful artists

Whose only sin

Is being alive

 

Shrieks from the moon

Eye of night

Illuminate my misty terror

Covering scenes

Of true holy beauty

 

My confusion, a cage

Imagination, my key

Monster skinned mandolin

Baby blue eyes

I sense caress

Of your thighs

Our only sin

Is being alive