I was born already cracked,
a chalice of want spilling over.
Lust learned my name before I could speak it,
sin wore my face like a second skin.
I stood anyway, a statue made of nerve and lie, asking the air if consequence ever forgets.
Each breath is a dare to something holy,
each morning, another betrayal of night.
Is this karma, or just a looped confession?
Life keeps happening even when I stop meaning it.
Still alive, still gnawing at the
bone of tomorrow.
Would it matter if I died in this light?
The room would blink, but only once.
No regret, yet I’d crawl for
a second chance if
God left the door even slightly ajar.
Je t’enterre!
Je t’enterre!
Je t’enterre!
You were a cruel mirage,
a velvet chain I mistook for freedom.
I unshackle myself, only to realize
the cage was always me.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
I was born already cracked,
a chalice of want spilling over.
Lust learned my name before I could speak it,
sin wore my face like a second skin.
I stood anyway, a statue made of nerve and lie, asking the air if consequence ever forgets.
Each breath is a dare to something holy,
each morning, another betrayal of night.
Is this karma, or just a looped confession?
Life keeps happening even when I stop meaning it.
Still alive, still gnawing at the
bone of tomorrow.
Would it matter if I died in this light?
The room would blink, but only once.
No regret, yet I’d crawl for
a second chance if
God left the door even slightly ajar.
Je t’enterre!
Je t’enterre!
Je t’enterre!
You were a cruel mirage,
a velvet chain I mistook for freedom.
I unshackle myself, only to realize
the cage was always me.
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