forgive me now for what i am about to say

my words do tend to carry a burdened way

though i am destined to reveal that you feel

i plead for your trust as i damage a fated seal

i'm doomed to launch the verse that offends

to continually harm or bring forth a means to an end

i stand quivering before you a fractured shell tiny and small

ignoring that we're lyrically ambushed and against a proveribal wall

i tend to end what i have never begun

what started before me while i lie here undone

be not afraid to view my sordid and tattered soul

i offer it to you freely; no lines to retract or succumb control

teths