Don't say it.
Don't bother, I've heard it already.
I'm a heathen
or I'm a demon.
Maybe you're not worth my time?

I'll find myself in hell,
soon enough.
Forced to choose between
faith and morals,
I choose morals.

I want to trust
and touch and not
love. Let's not
get ahead of
ourselves just yet.

Why didn't you
tell me? It could
all end
in a heartbeat,
in the lash of a tongue.

Speedy progression
of former confusion
turning it into
less of an illusion,
more of a painful reality.

There's a pattern in
my head, spinning.
It's lapping up my
energy. Cruelty
is apathy.