The Itch
Burning knowledge
With each new breath
Licked the sore
Till there was nothing left.
False perception comes in view
To think I was going to marry you.
Adopted a ideology
That I could keep the hollow me
And continue to pursue this plan
After all you said I could come as I am.
Words dance around in the wind
Whispering,
Welcome me to sin.
Darkened road paved with glass
This internal bleeding will slowly pass.
Open wounds scream my name
Oozing out… all this shame.
Hurry quickly! Bandage me.
Before I bleed insanity.
Avalanches of past regrets
All this pity has me wet.
Drowning in this former fame
There must be an award for all this pain.
Golden metal, just for me!
Professing the day you set me free!
Once your breeze
Blows away this disease
I will fall straight to my knees.
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2015
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