BH (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Sainted Sinner

Saints or sinners
all blurred lines.
I feel the scream
boiling inside.

I cannot move,
stuck in the between.
I scream aloud,
shattering the last human parts of me.

I can no longer love,
the devil succeeds.
I can no longer touch,
the savior succeeds.

I scream in frustration
at what I have become.
I am hollow inside,
begging for release,
for just one night.

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