Dancing with the devil has long lost its appeal.
I’m tired of fighting these arduous uphill battles. 
Love humbled me but I should’ve known better.
I know my soul’s been battered.
 
I always did have to learn my lessons the hardest way.
Wish i was spiriting away my problems but i’m scared of who i’d be if i threw my heart away.
I’m also scared of my father’s DNA.
it seems like I’d rather these cycles and circles instead of operating in safer spaces.
I no longer want to feel this pain.
But i know i may be better off as the man it’s making. 

I have a few more mistakes left to make sadly. 
The stakes raise as i age, the margin for error is thinning, and time’s passing.
Repeating regression has no place in my life’s progression.
Aggressive and intentional with my mind’s mending. 

The days faint and waver…
Aint no more saints left to save him 
No more answers from God for my sinner’s prayer.
I will clear a path until i’m seated at the winners table.