The Confused Mind

Feeding the wrong machine
Anything that feels right
And not expecting back
What you want in return
It all feels so wrong and more
But I want to justify everything
In ways that feels righteous
But not do it violently at all
The inner self that feeds me
As well as my creativity
Should flow from my faith
The structure is what I need
Not easy to obtain it otherwise
Than to dig into my own scabs