Feb 2021
Your silent hypocrisy;
A now faded memory.
Wishing for well
With directions to hell,
Purifying me
With oil and flame.
We weren’t meant to be,
Yet you still reside, now tame.
It’s only a matter of time
Before you rise from the grime.
A now faded memory.
Wishing for well
With directions to hell,
Purifying me
With oil and flame.
We weren’t meant to be,
Yet you still reside, now tame.
It’s only a matter of time
Before you rise from the grime.
The more I become less myself, the more it splits away from me, and teaches me all of the wrong ways to cope, under a ruse of helping me. It is too unlike me to be inside of me, yet it is there.
