Relief Poem by Amanda Larsen

I can no longer tell
the sin from the demon
I become the glass
filled with my venom

I drink up your soul
suspecting your wisdom
Never fit the mole
Free in my prison

I hoped for relief
But I was mistaking
your heart for a thief
So I caused it's breaking

A knife in my eyes
But my body's aching
And I curse the tries
I always was faking

I broke every piece
Then laughed with my own trick
I burned every bridge
So I can remain sick.