Blind

Beside seeing you at night, I devour all pleasures. Sinking into the skin I relive my flaws all over again. Painted faces and fecal matter. I pray for forgiveness and all that matters. A prism or a thought more often than not. I've decided to cut cut away at open scars. Cut away what we thought we were. Blind to what is and isn't forgiven from things that's present. Dark