The Truth Singes
The truth singes
My spotless self
Could it be
That I am not as flawless
As I thought I was?
I guess I’ve blinded myself
With speciousness
And now, as my eyes are open
To reality
I am crying tears of blood
Copyright © Ashley Daly | Year Posted 2005
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