Take it from my guilty hands gently. Its already broken.
Peel back its layers with tenderness and care,
Strip it of respect, when the beating stops, you will be there.
Throw up your pure arms, with no burns or scars,
and blind yourself from its piercing screams.
Can you keep hold of it?
It’s sharp, it hurts, it show’s no mercy and has no heart,
I can tell it is enjoying this by it’s venomous smirk.
Watch out it doesn’t grip your wrist and engulf your mind,
Once it gets in, its impossible to find.
Keep tight hold the little mischievous, wriggling darkness,
Don’t let it whisper you it‘s lies “I‘m harmless”
Sitting in the palm of your hand, you hold so much strength.
…Or do you?
Drop it if you want, my misery might come to an end.
- Thank you for reading, Trigger x