Cult

You make me
Obsessed with you.
It’s not my fault.
I can’t stop seeing you
Feels like a crown of thorns
Inside my head
Painful thoughts
Bringing me to my knees
I’ll worship you while I’m down here
Killing two birds with 100 stones
You win again
Outmatched, outmaneuvered
I’m enthralled by your ability
To destroy me
And all that I hold dear
Caught in headlights like deers
I have no other option but to
Submit
I will soon come to relish this pain
When hurt becomes joy
But that’s how I know you care
I can never leave this
Encampment
It’s all I know now
Tell me what to say.
Tell me what to see.
Tell me what to believe.
My demons and angels are one in the same
I love this hurt.
Someone
Save me.

November 15, 2017 | Categories: Uncategorized | Leave a comment