even though, deep down, i knew
smoking a single cigarette shouldn’t stain my soul with sin
but it does
but it did
drinking one, downing two, drowning three glasses of wine shouldn’t seem like satan’s communion
but it does
but it did
i thought i could get to know you, now that it shouldn’t hurt
but it does
but it did
you disappeared due to disease you didn’t think would **** you
but it did
but it did
For context, I went to an open mic night & while I didn’t share anything it inspired me to write this. It is about my uncle. I hope you like it.