You were given to me as a shelter
To contain every little piece of me
My skin, different from every other person
Some times make me look alienated, inferior
So they say, yet I stand for who I am.
You’re like this unsatisfying void, always hunting
I feed you with everything; food, drugs, drinks, money, clothes, appearance
You want more, MOre, MORE! It’s never enough!
I add fornication, theft, murder, envy, adultery, heresis
Yet it can’t quench your thirst!
The burden becomes too cumbersome
And on trying to cure the pain, I leave scars on the way
I decide to cut the doses, to retrace my initial path
And behold , you leave me sore, scrunched, ruptured
And I fall back, this time even stronger, deeper.
I feel trapped in this manic-depressive game
I’m your prisoner, you control me, own me
Like a puppet, you use me for your evil deeds
I cry for help, I grieve, I sin, my hands are stained
My heart is unpure, filled with darkness, turned cold.
I no longer want this: the desires, the foul satisfaction
The cries, screams because I hate who I’ve become
The marks left on my skin out of punishing myself
The sleepless nights due to numerous nightmares
The demons that chase me, who want my life
Simply by executing your commands, your tricks.
Oh my flesh,
When will you let go of me? Traitor!
When will this ever end? Oh God!
Set me free, Set Me FRee, SET ME FREE! but if you deny,
Then I’d rather die than succumb to one more temptation.
“And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul?”(Mathew 16:26)