Sheepishly, I'm used to follow those commands, control,
Though that was never said I had to, after all.
I am a torment, even angels fall,
From heavenly bellow
When I am nearby, asides
In my own sinful and corrupted guise.
So pitiful, so sudden - rough,
Like all the phases of existence,
That are not enough.
And truly, no one ever knows
How painful it is simply to Be Me,
Give me the reason!
To carry on, and on, and on,
From this self-made,
And shattered, humid prison.
And speaking human words,
So hard, my Love,
Unable to raise, be above,
From their glowing, glazed, and polished ways,
So frightened
Me... as thir secrets and desires hide,
To wound me still, with no respite...
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TJS
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sheepishly...
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