Morning Glory

I never knew that I could create these severe tumors. They have spread upon my skin to my nerves, dying at the expense of my own devices. There's a blackness in my heart that I cannot erase. So diagnose what's left of me. Count the days like the words, meant to be numbered. Time ends. It's growing nearer.

Somehow I know it was meant to never last this way. So remove the mirror away from my face, for I'll only gain another disgusting pain to dwell within. Perfect desire and hope.

I no longer need to feel as precious as I was before, if God is watching now I hope he'll hear me cry. Because I know for sure I never was a bad person to begin with.

I just forgot to pray yesterday, Damn I am dying inside but I am not afrait to let it fade. This time there's no excuses left to say.

With one quick blink of an eye, my compassion dies. Take my hope away, for the breeze to bring the ashes right to my mother's arms. Back to my mother's arms, back to where I last felt embraced.