A Semblance Of Something Woken – Unhinged Poem

Tourniquet wrapped in sin,

possession,

perversion,

my justice was not meant to be,

my sin too great,

my life not free,

I took the gun that saw the sun,

I pulled the trigger of my lie,

awake,

asleep,

a focused desire,

a target on your back,

an ending not for me,

a place you go,

where you’re never coming back.