The Confession

Staring at the bedroom wall
Thoughts rushing through your head
You say you will review it all
To prepare for the work ahead.

The seconds tic into minutes
The minutes toc into hours
As you desperately try to loot
Missing details since this morning's shower

A silent plea wills itself to sentience
From the very bowels of your pride
Breaking through, is your conscience
Exposing the sins you try to hide

A fire burns within your soul
Consuming your every desire
Let it burn you, once again, whole
Tonight, you're a man on fire.