My Wreckage

It's strange days like this where my perceptive changes and I see perceptions raises.

Corrections between the collective and confessions contagious.

Questions like directions with the presence of temptation.

My essence fights with heavy weapons despite the blessings.

The lessons from Heaven are like biting into lemons.

It's time to send a message.

I write to you, send me the strength to repent for my wreckage.