Feeding Chains of Thorns

Death
Take this side
That makes me care
For the hopeless

That makes me want
The immoral
That makes me cry
From hypocrisy

That makes me hope
That there's more
That makes me rebel
From the rules

That kills my whole
While only being part
That decides actions
For me

That I feed
That I hate
That I hope for
That I berate

That I miss,
Waiting for its kiss.
That I want to wither
And come back never

Help me.
Keep me
From making
It flower

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This is a poem that talks about my spiritual struggle. I think that's all I'm gonna say, besides a little explanation about something. There's a tie between the wither in the second-to-last stanza and the flower in the last line, just in case you didn't catch that. It seems clear to me, but I'm the one who wrote it, so I'm just saying. Hope you enjoyed.