The plague

Holding grudge is my plague

As it grows over me

As it ruins what is left of thee

What is left of saint in me

Yearning for eternal depth

I seek whom I truly want to be

Yet you never want to see

Who I truly want to be

Honey could you give me a hand

Detach me from this misery

For I intertwine in my being with some liberty

Gracious soul hatred full

Empty me refill my heart with purity

Wash my ribs

Pour in mind some serenity

White as a swan queen

Want no stains to leave me dirty