Submission -

I have paced around this garden

I have drawn a breath of memory loss

I have breathed in and forgotten

To contemplate the cost

In my hands and at the ends of my arms

Bleeding from the wounds I seem to glorify

And held to gather all my blood if its warm

There my bonds are tied

This submission is my only sense of bliss

My addiction is repetition of worthless fucking things I’ve tried and failed

I have paced around this garden

I have found all of my inability

I have eaten what was rotten

The fruit of instability

Im still waiting for someone

To tell me why I’ve set this fire

To my hopeless fucking life of lies;

Told cause Im afraid of myself

Terrified

Never knew fear, now Im terrified