conforming to , a perfect death
Lost in fear
we have become evil it seems
Scars Yet To Come
i was hopeless
transforming, a life of lies
killing my desire
submitting, my skin
wanting more hope
seeing the truth
feeling the fear
Temptation
rejection
engulfed in flames
consuming me.
or prideful innocence extinct
terror prevails where the free reside
trapped in sin
I was so hateful
now born again