Your spirt has been etched into my soul.
Tattooed into my very being.
This is making it impossible to let go of you.
You are weighing me down.
Mind, body and soul.
I have no control over this attachment.
Attachments can be positive.
But this one is too much for me to handle.
I can feel it in my soul.
Soul searching before I implode.
Before I sell it to you.
The demon I’m connected to.
And I hope I can cut these ties soon enough to resurrect my life.
After all the shit you conjured up.
My body mirrors the slashes in my soul that were made by your knife.
And I wish I could go back in time before I met you.
You infected me before I could wake up from this dream.
Please let go of my soul so I can live too.