ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ

Retribution

Parched were lips I chose to dry,
for shame demands of me to stop
the shot of wine that joy had gave.

Then shame had tied my hands out of-
the reach to quench the thirst for joy-
for though she once had gave me life,
I repaid with poisoned greed.

So shame I pent within myself,
was what I thought to pay my sins,
for joy I wish to no more see,
since I was blind of my own greed.

And shame then surfaced above,
for gifts ignite my demons within.
So shame I let to kill those parts,
the parts that bleed of my greed's reek.

And though it steals of my pent sins,
the sheds of blood ingrain within.
And that my friend,
is Shame's great work.

To repay my sins I chose to lose,
I sought to numb of my own joy,
as blood shall cleanse of what I made,
though blood does gush from my own wounds.