::: The Sins of Perfection :::

Bitter tears mixed with blood,
My face stained with the death in my veins.
Enlightened by my lighten bowl,
My soul forever clutched in shadow.
The war with in me raging strong,
Provoking Spirits to come inside.
Possessed by my insanity alone I am.
My soul and I watch within a cage.
This torture I invite for punishment seems fitting
For what I have done and what I yet may,
It is calming that I am punished by my own soul.

Written by: ~ Amy Ratkovich

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