My soul is heavy
I can't carry it anymore
It'd be so much easier
To leave it on the floor
My soul is dirty
Is trodden and it's broken
But I can't see it anymore
My eyes refuse to open
Can you save it?
Could you save my soul?
Could you protect it?
Take armed control?
I'd rather just stay here,
I don't want this anymore;
I gave up on faith,
Domingo en fuego.
Do you know what this means,
An attack on the holy?
Would you face your fears and fight?
Would stand up boldly?
I don't want to fall,
But I've fallen in love with falling;
Even if I find I fall far down
Because the height is appalling.
My skin begins to crawl,
I'm paying for my crimes -
But I'm not paying for my sins,
I'm paying for yours, not mine.
Maybe this is how it ends,
The good guy gets to die -
Maybe we should all listen,
And follow the bad guy.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PuisiI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
