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Holy Water
you can never tell the people who dwell
for those who dwell are a hidden shell
to rot inside the inner core
until one feels love no more
hidden soul among the trees
chasing me
she wants me to see but will not let me get to her
taunting me
corner of the eye madness
shadows linger in my sadness
will they come with me when i leave or stay and haunt Grim?
or will i become one of them
haunting along beside of them?
the fear of what's inside has made me lose my mind
for days I've been singing myself to sleep in fear of silence and the whispers
clutching a miniature statue of Jesus and Mary
it has left scars on me from the metal and wood
my chest and shoulders covered as if they should
be those of a punished child
i am wicked but never cruel
i know what it feels like to be overruled
but i will never bow to my demon!
i will never get on my knees and face her!
head down facing the ground like she is my savior!
no never! ill spit on her before i grace her!
ill pour holy water on herself
if it is not to late for me to pick it up myself
but the question is....
am i too late?
