Tear it off of me
–the devil that lies within.
The shed, the thunder.
Tear it off of me;
the angel that needs to inhibit my blood.
The sin and the doubt.
Tear it off of me
the lust that is so desperate to crawl.
The darkness, the light.
Tear it off of me
the love I never had.
Ashes and ashen blue wind.
Tear it off of me
the conjoined twin that crisped my soul.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
