my mother calls me a devil
but ive never known a devil not able
to lie
even when my hands fall off
and the shedding skin makes me cry
so ill sit at my conviction
left hand raised to the sky
to the jury to the Lord
my words bleeding and i
turn to the face
of my Father before me
harsh words form holes
in my palms, imploring
for a verdict, an urge
that would never be able to satisfy
my burning throat
clawing for the fruit, till I die
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
my mother calls me a devil
but ive never known a devil not able
to lie
even when my hands fall off
and the shedding skin makes me cry
so ill sit at my conviction
left hand raised to the sky
to the jury to the Lord
my words bleeding and i
turn to the face
of my Father before me
harsh words form holes
in my palms, imploring
for a verdict, an urge
that would never be able to satisfy
my burning throat
clawing for the fruit, till I die
