I confessed to you that
I'm a devil at heart but
I started to doubt it
Moments later

I still wonder
Why?

Can't I be sure of myself
When I finally figure things
Out

Maybe
I'm something holy,
Beyond what I had in
Store for myself so
Many months ago

Maybe
I'm something sacrosanct,
Something God wouldn't
Touch for fear of *******
It up before it got a chance
To bloom completely

Maybe
I'm something awful,
Maybe I crawled up from
Some rotten hole and I'm
Waiting for a hero to
Finally end me