Sheltered World


It is cold and dark.
Soft whispers fall upon my skin.
I stand in a puddle
As I wash away my sin.

Oh sweet I,
How do you comprehend?
Me, myself, and I
Will break at a single bend.

Tiny puddles fill my eyes,
Sweet whispers shelter me.
What a world filled of lies,
Oh how I wish I could truly see.

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