Purge me of my wicked self-
the sins I left upon the shelf
have climbed back down to feed.
And these demons take the most real forms-
denial, betrayal, disgust-
all children of my womb,
left barren and scrapped.
How do I demolish
these pieces of me?
How can I show you
I am ready to change?
This coffin I have made-
with fragments of my shell-
barely fits one.
I am confined.
I can not breath...
These demons have become me.
How do I demolish
these pieces of me?
How can I show you
I am ready to change?
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