I am not good enough; to get to know deeper
I am not enough; to proceed with patience
I am displayed as goods; only for a trade.
They speak of a connection, profound;
but they refuse to gaze into the abyss
They speak of a connection of a lifetime;
but their mind snaps, and it’s over
They showcase affection, selfless;
but it is for a hidden cost.
My soul is not enough; my body was alright
My mind is intimidating; to a false god
The lightbringer; a hologram
Promises and words, suddenly forgotten, discarded.
They say, it’s too good;
then they evaporate
They call pleasure sinister, satanist;
only to defy God’s will by projecting obscurity.
I am not a saint; I’ve made my mistakes, I wore them on display;
but they were undermined, forgotten and abandoned.
