they peeled off my skin,
shove the lies in my throat,
now i feel the need to repent!
almighty! a terrible suffering.
i allowed them to orchestrate,
sacrifice my token for help—
they petitioned to jeopardize the igloo
for this century despise the moon
and believe they must create a deeper wound
a confession about a soul, desperately wanting to connect and adore.
the ending is always unknown and most of the times, it's something you least expect. a terrible ending is what i always had, and this is my conclusion.
