vines of doubt creep through my waking hours
and the seed of sin is sown in my blood
by virtue of the humanity in my soul.
only the song in my soul sounds cleanly
a freshly blooming rose, though blackened,
diseased
by the growth of so many yesterdays.
the thorns in my heart are fueled
by the fire brewing in my belly -
a constant flare of orange need
gnawing holes in my soul,
severing the roots that have birthed me,
crippling and curling the edges of my veins.
the orange hunger burns in me, seeking food,
as the song in my soul seeks a partner
and the wounds in my heart seek salve.
love, truth, life, hope, wisdom, clarity...
these are the things I seek
and I will gladly sever myself from this empty life
if that is what it will mean to be free.
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