shaky hands over the screen, begging for the sacred mound so I can finally tear it clean off,
I will never be clean,
not from the sins I was born into not the ones,
not from the indulgence I know are wrong just chose to love everyday
i could stop,
i should stop,
and finally when I close my eyes for the last time I'll see in my last minutes the life I lied to myself about living,
or maybe I'll remember everytime I lied and the guilt is what sends to my death bed after all,
when I take my last breath there will be but one name I utter as I let the outside take the remaining oxygen out of my lungs,
you were so beautiful,
I couldn't give you justice in my faith but I tried,
i try only to fail time and time again,
and the dirt swallows me whole,
but submissive to my own nature, no choice but to give into worship,
3h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:47 PM UTC