I'm not a dream or a nightmare...
I'm worse,
you'd think of me in your oddest days.
I'm The conscious.
I'm not an animal or human..
I'm worse,
I'd hunt you when you want to be left alone.
I'm the intense thoughts.
I'm not grace or rouge...
I'm worse,
I'm the err you said it's permissible.
I am what you have forgot...

I don't stand in intersection, I choose a path and hold on to it...
I don't love nicely or patiently, I'd give you all or nothing, mostly disastrous.
I'm what you hide inside, what life made you captivate.

Come on and let it out...
Before I,
Make you...
Because I, Was never dove.

I walked through hell for you.
I know you didn't ask me to do it but I did it anyway;
I had a reason.  
Because I loved you too much and cared way too much and worries way much more than you deserve.
But I walked through hell anyway, For a very stupid reason.
As I walked through hell I sighed.
It didn't feel wrong or right.
It felt as if my demons were home and my sins were about to die and I couldn't feel anymore peaceful and less dangerous.
I was already in flames when I remembered you asking me; ******* your sins without killing yourself?
I couldn't answer back then because I couldn't lie and I couldn't ****** you with the truth but since we all are dead now I tell you;


you don't **** them...
unless you die with them.