Slain Lamb
The fear of pain and loss is distraction it consumes.
No longer have I the option to cover myself in a tomb,
The weight of discipline fractures and fills up every room.
A possible rejection, just the fear of self love and lack thereof.
Looking to one, away from another, is not the objective...
No longer have I the option to cover myself in a tomb,
The weight of discipline fractures and fills up every room.
A possible rejection, just the fear of self love and lack thereof.
Looking to one, away from another, is not the objective...