I fail to know the difference
I'm blind to the equivalence
I lead and take submission
bare all to be naked from religion
but the mirror looks back weak
reflections of hands strong with fears just as deep
or is the way I seek
someone to love to love me for the she
another from a dream
the girl I so seldom pretend to be
different from the dark
though I know I bare the mark
resembles something somewhat beauty
weeds in fields black rose in lilly
but stop me from breathing
keep my heartbreak from beating
breaking through my flesh
rejecting ribs in chest
showing more a mess of my unrest
from the stress and some regrets
strung out by the chains that make this high
I'd quit but I'm not fine
beaten by the path
the hardest part is in the past
and cold securities in mass
the more to deal the more I feel
the vultures circle round my mind
to pick out love dying in my eyes
"a burning world" a word from prophets best laments
so souls that carry on and caring even less
feed me love and seal my mouth
to never steal or spit it out
to never rarely speak the reaper
just lying naked chains rape deeper
I slave waiting for my keeper...
~Psyqsol
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