Brink of Blasphemy

T h a t. l i g h t. o f. s e l f l o v e

There is dross stored inside,
deep core of me
That's no longer mine to hold.
Now I'm gusty enough to
find it!
Unmask it!

Let the trash
which accompanied with me
Till now,
Stop it's journey
Let it all fall off!

And let me love myself
Unconditionally
For the very first time