My candlelit addiction
God, If I could tear down layers of complexity,
To simplify the sickness within;
If I could loosen the tangles of perplexity
Out of the vines I need rescued from again;
If I could unthaw the vessels of vulnerability
Over anything other than my own heated veins,
Then Maybe I could get a grip on this sin
That cleverly walks me out in chains?
My God, how real and how wide
This struggle is indeed;
That all the pleasure of the world combined
Is no quench for my internal needs.
If I could have found some way
To put a hault to
This habitual sin that I do..
I'd be a different girl in a different world
And I would have never came to meet you.