My Confession, Albeit- Not a Good One.

Shameful disguise-
No, you must recognize.
The bees and their birds,
bruises and the thorns.
This gardens been torn apart.

Selfish masochism-
Oh no, you must cause the schism.
Between the mind, the body,
The heart.

Preying on the prey,
playing along with these petty games.
Bury me in your shadow,
I've got this down, dear-
Don't you worry.