No I’m not a big Beatles fan.
infestation of my soul
wounds that fester inwards
destruction of a whole new kind
from the inside out
ripping pieces of my own soul
to hand over to the gates of Hell
taking chunks of my flesh with
innocence torn forcefully
from its safe dwelling
marred by secrets
blood I try to conceal
stains my life
try to remove my skin
it doesn’t fit anyway
entrapment
from my own bed of lies
drowning
immersed in salt water
with open wounds
constant burning agony
never forget these words you said
you cannot be loved
