ruin

o my innocence, why is this becoming ruin sent, sent to me / o my eyes, why do you persist to turn away from the things you’ve become / o my head, why do you refuse to confess, & take the blame for the things you’ve entertained / when you did so shamelessly, are you ashamed, just maybe / o my heart, why won’t you admit that this is not for what you were meant / are you so cold, maybe numb, to what you’ve done