
The psychosis of past lives lingers
You have property
But no possessions
Possessed by the preacher
That perceived the lesson
Disguised as the goat
The wolf takes all
Crawling away
Since the time of the fall
You are a heathen
Teethin'
Like a new born
Tryna get a taste
Of mammas milk
But your stillborn
Discussing free will
While you lay dying
To the poison
Drinking from the cup
Of everlasting
Lust
Wishin' it was enough
But life gets tough
So you hit the bottle
A virgins cry
Blood did shed
And you wonder why
True loves kiss
Left you broken
She betrayed
Everything
That was ever spoken
Put on display
By all your classmates
You lie awake
Waiting for the day
When sobriety
Becomes clarity
And the forgery
Of your trilogy
Deflates the pill
You see
The devil is god
Disguised
Just passing time
Playing the scapegoat
Till you wonder why
You can’t escape
The hate
The treasons inside
But you grew blind
Thinkin' you were high
Above even the greatest
You pride yourself
On being Jesus
Nailed to the cross
You think you’ve made it
The chosen
Fuck
You just want to
Be fucking famous.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.




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