Take Heart To The Things They Say

Moments lost in eyes of lies,

the mildness of their cares,

shines from within their withered formes,

sickness of life,

desires whispered from dreams of the sin,

my grotesque monster,

that hides inside,

waiting to devour me,

from the inside out,

for you see,

I do not fear the beast that is irrevocably my own self,

even though I wish I did,

for then I would stand a chance to survive.

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