Blinded By Bliss
poem/song about the feeling of disenchantment from leaving religion
You get lost in the spectacle
Of laying hands upon the broken...
You forget to question the ethics...
Especially if you believe in it...
/
What I once thought was a god's love
Turned out to be a manipulation
Of my mind and of my trust...
Even a lying mouth can sound honest once.
/
Blinded by bliss...
Ignorant in my arrogance.
I thought it was true happiness.
Blinded by bliss...
Euphoric in my hubris...
But I still had blood on my fingertips.
/
Living in a bubble of innocence...
The illusion bursts and you realize the glass isn't mist.
The fall from that cloud that never existed to begin with
Starts a spiral you'll feel like never ends.
/
Blinded by bliss...
Ignorant in my arrogance.
I thought it was true happiness.
Blinded by bliss...
Euphoric in my hubris...
But I still had blood on my fingertips...
/
Blood from the scars on my wrists...
From when I fought the darkness
Swallowing me from within.
Blood from the demons
Who were actually deacons
Hoping I'd stumble in my sin...
/
Blinded by bliss...
Ignorant in my arrogance.
I thought it was true happiness.
Blinded by bliss...
Euphoric in my hubris...
But I still had blood on my fingertips.
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