your presence creates a boiling within my bones,
inflicting scars upon my mind,
poisoning my heart,
it fills me with crimson brighter than the sun,
I've tried to cleanse it,
but every time I almost wash away your sins,
you refill my cup with more of this crimson paint.
You were my flower,
I was your seed,
I emerged from your body alive and innocent,
but my innocence has become yours,
and your innocence is an illusion

regretting the life I have chosen to live is not something I aimed to see,
the more this temple trods this earth,
the more this soul wishes for release,
happiness is a place where they both join in hand in triumph,
until that day, they remain at war,
they remain these never ending enemies at opposite ends,
the soul wishes for peace but the temple remains,
uncooperative

I found a penny buried within my throat,
sitting inside my stomach,
burried within my temple,
whispering words of my stars,
telling tales of my future's past,
guiding my fate down a musky road,
laying me in clovers,
tangling within my curls,
dripping into my drain,
over, and over again.