Sins keep piling on
Over my guileless body.
Where did I lose my way
And end up taking life after life?
I met a stranger and fell in love,
But that love felt like a prison.
Now, my blood-stained hands remind me
Of the carpet of torment I wove myself.
Now, my mind is urging me to forget.
Soon, my skin will stop crawling
With the sensations of the living dead.
Soon, I will stop living… Dead.
Capture my long-lost innocence.
Bring me home.
Because I remember which turns to take
To escape this labyrinth.
I just can’t seem to let go.
So, reignite those faded retinas
With a candescent blackness only you possess.
Find my relegated soul
And inject it into my veins.
Make me pure again.
– Rubani Kaur
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