bury a body

my lungs smell of dead pigeons and i'm tired of taking air into a body that wants to leave - i cannot beg it to stay anymore and i cannot survive with this tumor that grows everytime i speak -

(lie)

honesty is in red (green?) and I choose to be colorblind - i do not have the strength to see what i've turned into - i've spent it all in turning into what i am today - i cannot afford any more guilt and i'm sorry -

i'm sorry about a lot of things and i still pray for forgiveness every night -

i'm truly sorry -

and i will pray still -

every night.


©art_is_dead