Hypocrisy has a hold, burrowed into and making  home in your bones,
dictating orders, a voice shouting ****** as you live life from an unholy throne.

Place trust in-between delicate fingers, grasping, voice rapidly begging “I love you’s,”
let me go, as a parting gift you and yours take turns devouring my soul.

Live a life worth dying for, unsure if there’s anything past death and more,
a savage debate keeps raging, me vs. me as I bring myself closer to war.

Feet failing me now, a shell of myself as I step towards the edge,
my will is your own, shared thoughts of a better place, my pledge.

I scare easily, clinging to life like an Autumn winter leaf begging for change,
I scar easier, letting go of death like a sitting duck that’s just a step out of range.

Protect each precaution, steps in place to ensure victory,
we profess a lineage of love for one another, nothing more contradictory.

Heartbreaks sneak past our outer defenses,
even with all these default love decisions placed as post fences.

Hands clawing through broken dreams and a sunken chest,
take apart my emotions, put them back together, that’s what I hate best.