Fires kindling like a wild fire
Slowly burning to a peak of decent
For a sin I have said
I am so apologetic for it
For I did not know
How the truth was to be said
Yet why cant anyone see
What made me do it
Even by accident
Thought of my heart beating its last beat
And the knife to my head
Going in slowly
Filled with the ruddy fluid of life
Encased in sheaths pounding
My upper layer of flesh
Beating loudly like a slave
Ships drummers beat
This fuel is added more to my fire
As it rages on wildly
I see that my emotions cannot comfort me
They are merely
Wiped clean
They mean nothing at this time
Of desperate need
For each lie for protection
Or one that is said mistakenly
Is taken like it was meant to be a
Mode of deception
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