My Insecurities

Restless soul does
Burns with fire.
Lonesome, weary
Weathered creature.
Bid me safety,
Bid me shelter.
Allow the river,
The crimsom river,
To freely flow within me.
Releasing every feeling,
This constant burning.
Flesh is splitting,
Wanting, releasing.
Sorrowful haunting,
Ever wanting,
Neverending,
Hoping, praying,
Screaming, bleeding.
My insecurities.