Escape From The Illicit

The cool moisture trickles over my eyelids. I'm sitting in a vast field of grass and soaking up the rain. Alone in the cool grayness, maybe I can heal.
Alone in the cool greyness, maybe I can feel......

Please leave me alone, I'm trying.
Please let me go, I'm flying.
If I seem ok, I'm lying.
The rain may wash away my guilt.
Maybe it will wash off the filth of.....
So much Illicity.....

I walk barefoot in the moist grass.
The rain and wind begin to thrash.
The rain feels so cold and cleansing, as more of it keeps descending.
I need time alone in my field.
A place where I might be healed.

Please leave me alone, I'm freezing.
Please let me go, I'm leaving.
My outer appearance is deceiving.
The rain may wash away the filth.
Maybe it will wash off the guilt of.....
So much Illicity....

We all have demons...
We all commit treasons...
We all have our reasons...
We have to admit, all we commit, and deal with it...
But we'll never quit....

Doing the Illicit....

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