Lifetime of Sin
My hands are getting sweaty while
my knees become weak,
and this pain in my chest makes it
impossible to think.
My brain is spinning in circles that
keep going around,
as my body continues falling onto
this unsteady ground.
What's going on inside of my mind?
I'm constantly forgetting what I'm so
desperate to find.
I'm trying so hard to hide from my
sadness,
but everywhere I go all I see is
corruption and madness.
why can't I get through this life and all
of my scars?
It must be that wish I made on that
one lucky star.
So now that it's all said and done,
the words that I write consists of the
ink from my pin,
and these thoughts that I've turned
into a lifetime of sin.
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