Baptized, wash out of the lies
Countless, and plenty like the land of honey
Cleanse these pains in my veins
Heal the scabs and scars written in my skin
Blow out the taint of innocence, and the wild tart of whisky
Water holy washes over in its warmth
Not salvation, but symbolism
And declare, everyone declares
But I don't know,
Meant a step, took a leap
I don't know, what I meant
If I'm ready, as everyone seems
She says, He says
I don't know what they're telling me
Set the record straight,
In the back of my head
No matter what's been said, I always believed
Little thoughts, whispering
And I'm gonna take a step, see where it leads.
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
