Maybe I like to suffer a little and maybe that's not quite right
but I can only truly breathe when my throat is closing tight
When I'm about to beg you for air I feel lost
Thing is I don't care!
I bartered the cost
long ago.
Yes, long ago.
When my soul hung on the pyre, remained undamaged by the fire
Clawing at my feet, my mortal coil
The townspeople considered this the cleverest foil,
my attempt to derail their plan to cleanse the evil,
they knew what we needed was the grandest upheaval
A metaphorical purging of the bile boiling in my stomach
But I figured, "Better in me, than bubbling out and running amok."
Devils and monsters exist within people
Never forget they also reside under the steeple as a godly man
or under their mothers' sheets as an innocent lamb.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoesiaPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
