D.I.O.M. (Drew injuries on me)

By now, evil and serpents
Are away from home
from here

weakness my biggest fault
in shapes of harmless thoughts
painful wrote all down below
it’s a tale on pencil
so you erase what you don’t
want to hear, read or believe

here is the man that you forgot
about the heart you’ll never know
here is sorrow and the pain of my soul
in a letter that I called d.i.o.m.