Self

Incarcerated with so much anger
Forgetting what ones purpose might be
The words articulate themselves
Without my knowledge
They could pierce holes in ones heart
Or even damage ones perspective of I
Careless is what is shown as a side affect to these damages
Then self is found feeling all sorts or moral apologies
Whether accepted by the scared
We care but try to not show as much sympathy
One might be sadden by their own stoned, brutal thing we call words
Theyre like aka 47s
But even worst damages
So much for a world of peace
You ask our gloried father for forgiveness and yet act so unfaithful and saved.
The reality of the devils work on me