An inner torture knocked today
Said, “Who the fuck are you?”
Took upon me seven knives
And inside out, cut through
And off it went like fireworks
Accusations for demise
And threw upon me everything
I thought I had disguised
Like black and white old movies
It tore me from within
Reminiscent of who I’m not
Dripping with self sin
With sharpened claws it tore me
And bore a different fruit
Forcefully reminding me
Of what I’m in pursuit
“you cannot chase a million lives
No other for you can choose
Your life is not a child.
It’s yours, you can’t refuse”
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