This life is not inviting. The fighting in me has ceased. When it looks like I'm growing thin and weak, please don't hesitate to cut the leash. It's only a matter of time before I inherit my bloodline's evils. I don't think it's wise for me to get close to too many people. My bruises seem to be breeding, and my body has become a landing strip for flies. In the mirror watching blood dry, trying to cut out the bags beneath my eyes.
My skin is turning gray, and I haven't bathed in days. Please don't encourage me - I'm enslaved, I can't be saved.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment