In the form of tears the demons will scream,
The ones that linger down the back,
Encapsulated within,
Who has the right to reflect upon me,
A shard of glass plastered on the wall, adorning me with brutality,
Why do I kill myself for glancing back once more,
Why is the shock of dishonourment still thriving within?
Let my leaves retain through the toughest of winters so I can be blessed with realisation,
Let it follow along, closely within my reflection,
Oh, grace me with a revelation,
Perhaps forgiveness isn't necessary,
No sin has been committed, no sin that I intended,
Pass me a petal from the bouquet of daffodils,
Endow me with something I lack,
But I all im asking are just words,
If all im wishing are just yells to the stars,
If I am denied my pleas
Then I will wait and hope for a moment longer, just incase I surrender