I may be able to rhyme
and keep a good flow,
but does it forgive crimes,
worth feast of the crows.
Words flow from my mouth,
but everything's gone south,
I hurt the ones I care about,
and that comes with no doubt.

Friends I truly really love,
wish to burn me over stove,
I can't blame their feelings,
when I cause all the bleeding.
The gardens of the weeds
I'm the devil in their eyes,
once full of such pride,
I need to open mine wide,
to the tide that did divide.

Co-ordinate emotions and reasoning,
Will I be the monster on the telly,
or the dearth of a meal's seasoning,
be trapped in the greedy belly.
Of a demon who planted this seed,
burn down this middle age tree,
and the portrait of me as a baby.

I would stop this if I could
but no reasons why I should.
Give me a reason why I would,
As a child, I was totally shook
left for dead on the floor,
silence of the shore.
The killing of the core,
leave apple seeds behind,
memories I can't rewind,

The wars of one disturbed and flawed,
I thought I had the chaos under control,
but my mind is bouncing off intoxication,
leading to hurting and the devastation.

I am truly sorry for the pain and hurt,
I am covered in mud and all the dirt.
Innocent women of seduction and flirt,
this guilt and shame is legitimate.
I brought on the hurt and the shame,
and I only have myself to blame.