• Save me from the masterpiece I've made

    It consuming me
    My soul
    I rather just for it to fade away
    I rather it not to be known

    It comes into mind every time I think
    As if it were a possession possessing me

    I wish I could tare it up
    If only it would burn

    It's not filled with flowers
    It's is more of a light struggling in the shadows

    And sadly it is the masterpiece I have made