It’s unfortunate you think me closed When I am being an open book Where I have simply just closed this chapter If you remain a character in my novel I leave that decision up to you For love is love, it shouldn’t be forced It is always enough for me Though love, itself, needs room to grow Wise lovers had to break up to meld together

. As a little Catholic boy I was always taught not to sin.  Sin is bad, Sin is evil, Sin is destructive. Yet I sinned and sinned and sinned again. But I knew everything would be better and I would be forgiven. All I had to do was tell a priest and say a few prayers. I was a kid then, and I appreciated that life could be so simple. All of my wrong could be made right by simple absolution. But as I got older I found it more and more difficult  To hide from the evil that lurked within me. I was a tortured soul with a devilish streak  That hid behind a mask of self-hatred and disgust. I abused others and justified my actions. I abused myself which directed my fate. As a child it seemed that absolution was such a simple thing. Forgiveness was easy. As an adult I realized that the absolution I craved Had to come from others. And the absolution I searched for Led to destruction and despair. I mutilated my mind, my soul and my body In ways any normal human being would have though...