vices - 7:57 AM *

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(tw: slight bloody imagery)  


I never thought it would be like this,

everyday a fight for survival

and each night a struggle to keep 

life's monsters at bay as the desire for the kiss of Death 

to fall upon my parted lips 

is felt even in my brittle bones.


please forgive me for my absence in your life

please forgive me for repeating the same mistakes

please forgive me,


I have lost myself to my bad habits,

my sinister vices have coiled 

themselves around my body like

a boa constrictor to its prey.

my temptations are all that I can see

I can no longer see who I am

(see who I was trying to be.)


and with each vice that refuses to die,

I beat myself to a bloody pulp 

tie a noose around my neck,

wait, and wait, and wait 

for the courage to let go

and be free. 

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