Became an excuse
To live , to breathe, feel and speak.
Became an excuse time back.

Vivid daydream .
No ! Angry nightmare.
Have Mercy on my soul.

What's there though?
Half empty cave carved into my flesh.
Rats and crows around my grave.
Patient , careful
Crawl out a ***** hole.

So raw, so bare.
Unconditional love.
I believe , but not proved.

Please ,
Force me.