I cry to myself as I slowly feel my days come to an end
Grasping for salivation only to notice I no longer have any
Although these tears I have plenty
I can’t seem to use those to wash away my sins
Can’t figure out just how to use them as glue
To piece together every inch of me that comes loose
As soon as my twisted thoughts come through
See my demons haven’t finished with me
They start with my soul, making it’s way to my self esteem, eventually nibbling at my bones until they wipe them clean
What do they want from me?
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Usually to try to figure things out, to see them how they really are, to understand motivations. Sometimes to try out a new outlook to see if it fits. Other times to communicate what I would never say otherwise. To release or reveal that part of me that makes me, me. So that maybe the vapor takes a form before it dissipates. ?