I cross my heart
And hope to die
That I'll keep another secret.
It's the ache in my bones,
It's the blood in my throat.
It's guilt and I can feel it.
Deny my rights to ever speak my mind.
There's a ghost in my soul.
The wolves dig a hole,
And I see it every time.
Judge me now
While I demonstrate my sins.
Pray to your god.
You sit and you sob,
And we'll never make amends.
I try to free
The monster inside of me.
It kills and it slaughters,
And it murders all martyrs.
Someone help me please.
I cross my heart
And hope to die
That I'll keep another secret.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe This Is Me
PoetryMy brains, my blood, my heart, my friends. It's all I've got. *note* I have something like this already called "Consider Me Dead", But I wanted to start over... take out some things/add things. So, jst to let you guys know.
