poesie

nature

maybe this is all a lie i tell myself,
to hold on to this sense of self.

this time, i'll be better.
i'll be tougher,
colder,
i'll tear down anything that stands in my way.

maybe this is all a lie i tell myself,
to hold on to this sense of purpose.

this time, i'll be different.
i'll be a lone beast,
me, my fangs,
and the blood dripping slowly from my fingers.

maybe this is all a lie i tell myself,
to hold on to this sense of strength.

but it is not in my nature.