Hand over my heart
Handing me the bill
Handling the parts
Of blood and soul, to spill
In the mind so vindicated
In retrospect, no fault
Indited and intoxicated
An overt, self-assault
Eased into conceiving
Easily swallowing the pill
Easier yet, believing
No bending of my will
No home for the wicked soul
No love for the devil within
No way to know how deep the hole
Or the width, and breadth of sin
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
Hand over my heart
Handing me the bill
Handling the parts
Of blood and soul, to spill
In the mind so vindicated
In retrospect, no fault
Indited and intoxicated
An overt, self-assault
Eased into conceiving
Easily swallowing the pill
Easier yet, believing
No bending of my will
No home for the wicked soul
No love for the devil within
No way to know how deep the hole
Or the width, and breadth of sin
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