Too many skeletons in my closet,
not all of them can fit
so some lounge under my bed
and even more inside my head
They traipse around
as they sing their obscenities
They create cobwebs
and unearth buried memories
Oh, how I wish they’d quieten down
But they won’t and we both know it;
No matter how much I cry and fall apart
They’ll just tell me to quit
Sometimes, I find myself pondering
Sometimes, I wonder if I should just listen
I seek not salvation, for I do not deserve
I go against temptation, but I find no reserve
Consumption of poison;
The cracks in my skin
they let the light in
and drain the toxins;
I commit a sin
to try and kill what lurks within
I cry not
I feel not;
They stopped singing,
I stopped breathing.
Jynx Frostbyte 