;

no desc.

I could breathe,

my tears touched the sunshine.

In a rage I pulled the strings and I

breathed no more.

And the church pews filled with my sins

and they spoke of my escape,

And the rain came bearing my heart

to be washed down the drain,

until I wake again.

Claws in my shoulders where

my wings once were

until I woke again.

Whipped and hiding behind a semicolon. 

Here is where I didn't end it; I've made

 better decisions.