Verse
Enough of it
I refuse to write
All I ever get us in
Trouble and sin
Noone understands
Brain takes up hand
Foolishly ruled by heart
I end
I start
I write my heart
But for reasons
Unknown
I write to fill the void
Alone
And temperamental
None the less
I give of me
My heart and yet
I give it up
No more ink
I rather sleep, to this
Unthink
Able and yet
not one more word
I rather unread
Unheard
They never listen
Anyway
Just prayer
Confession
Washing me away
They don't understand
From where I came
A mile in shoes
Up in flames
They only
With their evil stares
Judge me
For my being
Made by their Creator

I'm feared
The Devil

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