breathing in air, permiated, soaked in darkness,eminating from within, resonating like a scream no one can hear. i wear this chaos well, though none should save me, desperation keeps me here, my need for innocence, the place where i began. the abyss becomes me, i wear thic chaos well. are these not words of herecy? a venom on my lips? a poison? my spirit impurified with everything i choose to say. if i could shed my skin, the layers left, but not the lessons learned, would not undo what i have done, or grant forgiveness in some better day.
