may these words ignite shame in your throat
so you can feel the red hot,
of rage and disillusionment
may these words,
welt your skin,
like apathetic whipping
and bruise your pride
with uncontrollable whimpers
may these words flay and pierce your skin,
like unforgiving shrapnel,
staining your lovely supple skin,
with the most beautiful crimson dye
and feel the loss,
of faith,
of purpose,
of love
may these words set fire to your soul
and feel the agony I know so well,
because lord knows,
you never had mercy on me
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
may these words ignite shame in your throat
so you can feel the red hot,
of rage and disillusionment
may these words,
welt your skin,
like apathetic whipping
and bruise your pride
with uncontrollable whimpers
may these words flay and pierce your skin,
like unforgiving shrapnel,
staining your lovely supple skin,
with the most beautiful crimson dye
and feel the loss,
of faith,
of purpose,
of love
may these words set fire to your soul
and feel the agony I know so well,
because lord knows,
you never had mercy on me
Hell is something you carry with you
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