the blood it trickled down my skin
and opened up my heart within
lash after lash the wounds would appear
all sanctioned by the church I fear
around my waist the metal i wore
stung the flesh it crushed and tore
twice a week for several years
I inflicted hurt that brough me tears
I learned to cut out evil ways
and offer repentance as my praise
whenever i felt I was doing wrong
i would create a wound deep and long
ALl this done in the name of prayer
Hurting myself without much care
This was a ritual taught to me
In the name of religion I hurt me..
..
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for your comment.. you are dear to me.. I will reply to this comment