Cowering from the dark mist running through your veins
isn’t an option; you see, I’m not third eye blind.
The filth of your soul is on your own hands every time
they hit her skin; inflicting pain feeds you.
A ******* with zero regret and an abundant vocabulary
full of “you made me do it *****”.
Numb yourself again while sitting in the abyss of
of **** and playing victim.
No one, not one person can save your soul
until you own it.
Life is too short; put your demons to bed boy.