Today. Today was a day.
The world got smaller, darker.
I grew more afraid.
Not of what I am, but of what I could be.
I loosen my collar to take a breath.
My eyes fade.
And I see... Him.
The image of perfection.
His frame strong, his lips smooth.
And I keep thinking, What am I so afraid of?
I wish I could escape the pain,
but these thoughts invade my head.
Bound to my memory, they're like shackles of guilt.
Oh, God, please set me free.
Free from the pain and this guilt
So that I may face