My Decay
My mouth is a volcano
My words destructive
to innocent bystanders.
The poison in my words
Ailing and killing
everything around me.
If anyone saved me?
Before I lose control?
It wouldn’t change.
I’m a hopeless freak.
An unnatural byproduct,
cruel and pitiful.
Despite my decay,
my predestined doom,
I must cling to hope.
That hope is you,
remind me who I am,
pull me from my wreckage.
I need you, my beloved,
before I fade,
I beg you.
