You can do what you can
To find your way
Into my system
But let that thought
Hold as a delusion.
My soul is untouched by your corrupt hand
And only a single shadow holds my heart.
The burning I feel merely licks at my skin,
A temporary sensation of your sin
You can do what you’d like
Burn, touch, bruise
But I won’t feel a single scar
Now that I have so much to lose.
© 2013 | Jazelle Handoush
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