And you aren't new

And you aren't new but you're persistent like leprosy.

And we keep fighting through to laughter, while you claw at us, eating us.

Exposing yourself in truth.

Here the night passes slowly I keep a secret more fragile as I tire, lusting for peace, so you can eat it, and rip it.

I have become polluted my heart is dirty, my prayers are static, there's no communication between me and God.

But the destitution of this state doesn't make me entirely despair.
Love keeps laughing and crying even stretched beyond recognition,

you can condescend endlessly and steal your selves rich


(when I did this I didn't see your selfishness could make me this blind to my own.