public shaming

Pray to the demons
you’ve nothing left
grace is beyond you
or so you’ve said
you find no fault here
though tears do well
nightmares plague you
you’re trapt in hell
so why not now drown
and show your hand
you’re only as powerful
as the mob you’ve fed

Living clean

Living quietly
and draining all my light
I am a thing to most
a product-overgrown
but this heart shall
move on
yes it will survive
living quietly
doing the right things
it gets you titled weak
but they do not know me.