You again
I will never escape you
My mistake
Just by virtue of being one number lower
I hate you
I can never have a moment’s peace because of you
By you I mean me too
My sins can be tallied
My sin is measurable
Eleven.
It’s my fault as much as yours
And to be honest I’m not as regretful as all that
But just when I think I am free I realize my cage just extended a little farther than I thought
And I suppose I deserve to suffer for those sins?
Sins that amounted to nothing
And a God I don’t believe in
Or a devil
Unless they meant you.