Trancendence
Trancendence...
We have all sinned.
But as much as I love,
I shall not be forgiven.
I can feel it in my skin.
There is not enough time in this world to amend.
Please give me a broken nose,
Abhore me in the torment of twisted toes,
Arch my back, until it breaks.
Until it crushes this heart that aches.
And even more so, the mind.
That madness, determined to instill...
Relieve it of it's constant will.
The will to succumb to pain.
The ugliness we suppress ourselves to substain.
I need a moment.
I need a moment...
I feel an inadvertent need for atonement.
Copyright © Amy Greaves | Year Posted 2016
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