#pacts
I could bare a thousand screams, A thousand wounds, scars and burns.
I could **** a thousand men for a moment in the eyes of god.
What I wouldn't do just to carve a crevice out of the world
Just to show the mark of a mad man craving truth.
Put a knife straight to gods eye if it meant the blood I shed made one less person cry.
I've beg for forgiveness and broken every bond looking for an out.
I've come again trading my soul for a chance for others to hear my shout.
You'll be ok.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
a miser of my emotional states
a cling
and an unweanable
unwilling to partake in city
I quake no single acquaintance
and murmur no note upon any group
i have made some pacts
to recover into view
so i might impress as a fellow being
i have begun a series of self applied techniques
that ought mimic
and form an impression at you
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC