when my conscience
Made me mutilate myself
It was soul destroying
A sacrifice
A sacrifice to tear off the worms
In my stinking heart
If I could tear my conscience away
Would I tear it apart?
Because the pain inside
Is deeper than the Truth within us..
And when I forget about yesterday
Going 500 mph..
I feel the wind in my hair
Makes me forget that I even killed her
That very night
I hated myself because I was untrue
Though if I could eliminate this feeling
And keep the sin bottled up
I probably wouldn't care
Leave the fucker behind
Because the pain has more of a place
In my mind than the Truth which produces
The pain inside..
When the remedy for conscience
Is to lose it..
Then whoever said those tears were real
Crocodile tears
Looking for an easy way out..
An empty bottle
And the complications
That came when I fell
For reflected in the glass
Is the image of a poor child
Who sees his reflection..
To finish with it
I made my death an art
Hoping it would hit the sky
As I fold it
And live life with a crooked smile..
Demented Today -by sEung b. Kim
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