Confessional

Intrinsic rot. Traces of future. Your past will rise haunting you again
Tounging the glue stamp seal of your fold
Cased in forests of black steel rod
Vines of nerve float downstream. Sections of horror
This is something you must never do again
Falling spiral down. You know not what you are looking for but it will find you
anyway
I’ve confessed this disease to you. Handed you a key to control
Fuel for your malicious intent
Punish me for my failure. Dissect my faith. Twisting my trust
Never, no more, I’m alone