The Lamb

The lamb is the creature I used to love,
I felt its glorious smile from up above.

But in truth it was nothing but desire,
It was like I needed my soul on fire.

To have purpose and drive towards the great divine,
Even though I was dead, I pretended I was fine.

I followed the lamb till my sanity disappeared,
The lamb leaving was the only thing I feared.

As time went on my heart grew cold,
I felt guilty for the soul I have sold.

I no longer wished to sing and pray,
I started to follow my own way.

Now I see the lamb doesn't even try to get me back,
My soul was washed white, but now it is black.

I do not need a faith to keep me whole,
I no longer will submit to its control.

I now stand alone, marching to my end,
I no longer have to pretend.

The lamb is something that now fills with disgust,
My mind now is the only thing I trust.