I want to run away,
to detach myself from myself
Leave behind that ball of pain building in the depths
Inside this heart, inside of me –
            inside the love you never feel
            when you hold me or look at me
            or when your fingers ring the bell;
It’s time to say goodbye,
to detach myself from myself
from this solitary brokenness which I forever felt
But first, tell me how you begin
to live and smile again
Tell me
How do you escape and free yourself
from being clothed in pain?

Don't trust your name
To the fumbling
Fingers of time
They  turn
saints into devils
And
Devils into saints
Also don't *******
The historians
They can be petty
Oh and never lose
The winners write
The history books.