Roses Without Thorns

Is this supposed to be a club or a safe haven for me?

I'm weary from all of my transgressions; all I long for is to see.

But all I see are these wolves beneath sheep skin

Trying to glorify their selfish hearts under deceitful grins.

In their eyes my soul is nothing to dust

For I am willing to acknowledge my shameful heart as it rusts.

Elitism and hypocrisy, oh my heart aches,

For I once walked in those shoes until I witnessed my reality break.

Is this what heaven will look like? I pray not,

For I would rather be damned alone then let a dim light shine on rot.

Am I the only broken soul here that can bleed?

Or to fault and imperfection do the followers refuse to heed?

Woe to the man who looks for roses without thorns

For even the self-proclaimed angels can bear horns.

I can't do this alone for I am depraved.

Only in my humiliation can grace be truly paved.

-D.S.