Ego—
I cannot be one to die out of lawlessness
Please law, oh graceful law
Take me away just as you do with them
Don't plague me as them
I'm so much better than that
I'm worthy of that lawful touch of yours
Oh so worthy
Ask my kin
Ask my kin...
Exposure—
Exposed is my yard of cowardly fantasies
Exposed are the thorns of filth that cloak my belief
Ashamed
Do I feel shameful
Should I feel ashamed
You judge me
But should love me
It's what you have to worry about
But it's my pain
A pain you will never understand
You knew
You fucking knew
Carelessness—
Your belief
Your morality
My life
YOU ARE READING
𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄
Poetry𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 fyi; this whole book is just trauma dumping, sometimes it's very specific or it's just ambiguous. lovely themes of: gore and murder, hatred Also a lot of introspection
