My body returns my betrayal.
I have abused it again
and it reminds me of the consequences.
There is an naked rack you cannot see
and I am strung upon it.
It is alright, I have earned these tortures.
They will fuel me to remember
to open my eyes to the damage I have done
through my own neglect.
The pains will drive me to visit love upon
myself again.
And the hunger will force me to become
strong again.
I cannot seek what I am too weak to procure.
I cannot survive if I have no desire to endure.
COMMENTS
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Angelus
00:42 Dec 05 2013
always consequences, always consequences.