Lists of my sins bleed through their cover,
red truths leaking where I tried to hide them.
The devil wins until that cold post-rush clarity settles in,
and I see my reflection in the mess I made.
I try to erase my mistakes,
but they stay
pressed into the pages like a permanent stain,
a paper trail of who I swore I’d never be.
The cycle spins
vicious, familiar
and I’m clawing my way back toward some version of victory.
I drown the noise just long enough
for the noise to drown me again.
Still, somewhere beneath the wreckage,
I’m quietly hoping
that one day,
I’ll finally win.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
Lists of my sins bleed through their cover,
red truths leaking where I tried to hide them.
The devil wins until that cold post-rush clarity settles in,
and I see my reflection in the mess I made.
I try to erase my mistakes,
but they stay
pressed into the pages like a permanent stain,
a paper trail of who I swore I’d never be.
The cycle spins
vicious, familiar
and I’m clawing my way back toward some version of victory.
I drown the noise just long enough
for the noise to drown me again.
Still, somewhere beneath the wreckage,
I’m quietly hoping
that one day,
I’ll finally win.