A blossom of faith, infected,
Withered from the needle in my neck.
And the flowers break into rotting petals,
Measled leaves contaminated
From the new questions in my mind.
Blue eyes dilute into grey-tinted
Scrap-metal shades of mercury.
I try to die,
The enamel is covered in blood.
A dog in a trap, a mongrel is all I am.
dirtied by my own mind,
Even my demons are
Burnt through asscociation.
My mind feels free as these pages fly.
I will no longer study
The chains that bind me.
Innocence shatters, the mask peels away
I fall into adolescent faith.