Tissue didn't clean up the mess Part THREE
 Latest update   The memory is quite vivid;  How I got entangled in these webs of lust  This despicable act has a genesis  Its revelation feels like a dream world away.  Twelve years and counting, I've hoped to stop  Finally! No more! Then an uglier head comes up  No one has ever found out  But I've let few people in, regrettably.  They try so hard to hide their disappoinment  I could see right through them.  The unseen gasps and screams of surprise:  No one would have thought... they thought  Normal for all lads your age...they said.  Spiritual, moral, so-so...they wondered  How could he, the preacher...they whispered.  Since everyone sympathises with a survivor,  I lay emphasis on it being a practice of the past,  Stating my brief atheism stint as a backstory.  I wish someone could hold my hands  And whisper comfort to my ears  My silence is a scream for help -  Help I need but can't ask for.  No doubt a mess and an object of disgust  Sigh! Frustrations, I need to chill o...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
