The cooling stings give me solace
the tears pat me dry
allowing me to let my flames diminish
the relief of letting go pains me
each forgiveness bleeds into my very skin
and leaves only black ink that which only darken my soul
I hide my markings
hoping no one sees my charcoal tattoos
But I know they see they ash
I choke on the wisp of the ink
my teeth are charred with forgiveness
Why can't I let go?
I try but I fall back into place
I've woken up from falling for eternity but the ink still remains
"I've been too sweet."
I rise taking off my hood and put on a glass mask
"now those f@%*#@& will pay"
I was a slave to myself allowing others
to manipulate my sins and pull my strings
Well this sheep has rotted out of her bleeding wool