A part of me dies
When I Sin
The part of me that
Brought me here
I'll whisper it in your ear
If you were to grieve
Why not bring me there?
I think to repent
Throughout this letter
Which is life,
But I can't
I Sin and again I Sin
And even in my thought of repentance
I find Sin
- S.S
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
I write and I write to my
Demise,
These blood filled eyes
Witness pain inside
Bitter trails left behind
To who can I confide?
When my questions are answered yet
Ignored by myself.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC