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Maybe I’m defective…

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Splattered

I lost myself, I’m not sure when, I’m not sure how, but I did

In my heart, in my soul, in my sin

Corrupted

Of all I love and all I live

I’d become disfigured

As pieces of puzzles spread

Scattered

A mess

Conflicted,

distressed

As shards of glass

Fallen off the edge

I’d become broken

Stepping into the pieces

Blood splattered

From my flesh

Left bleeding

The ink

 

What do you seek…?

What do you seek at night? When all is quiet and the crickets sing. What do you think? Do you breathe in darkness and humble your sins? Do you speak to your demons that dance with your shadows? Or perhaps you’d find peace… In the night through the cease of day. Closing your eyes to all weakness that prey…