dwindle

 
disasterous fiction I am enough
When I know I'm not
so very imperfect

Impulsive, my body betrays
leaves me dwindling in the wind of disappointment
hanging from despair

My weak soul chooses what is unwise
oscillating between one feeling and another
dying a moment at a time

Failure, I can't count on myself
Beholden to mercy, I cringe
darkest desires realized
They come at a price
With not enough penance to cleanse

Bloody redemption isn't for me
Bitterly, I realize my soul wasn't included
tasting the world,
I know I am a sacrifice of what not to be

An example lest my fate be yours