Name' sake

My hands tremble for lost recompense, my head aches with swirling memories and regret. Crumbled castles and bridges burned. Wrongs I cannot amend - lies that can never be untold. Crosses I carry, burdens I bear - with a silenced tongue.

Indecision - which path, which course of invairiable demise shall I choose this time?.

Roll the dice . . . 

I suppose in some regards, these are the welts I obtain pleasure from leaving. "You are helpless now, arent you? My plaything". 

Is it compassion in this, that I feel the settled score?  

Is it love, that she lays at my feet? Willing to obsolve all transgressions? 

Or am I the one??

(Sobriety's overrated)

Just more word barf - happy Monday my peeps. ?☺