Each day I kill myself
Destroying everything I’ve built.
Like Shiva
I am restless
Until the slate is clean.

I bleach my memories
To pick apart the hurt,
Erasing my reflection
In the process.

Why is there so much pain?
And so much agony?
The world knocks on my door,
I can’t refuse its call.

The Shiva is in me.
So I proceed with deconstruction,
Begin each day anew.
But innocence and naïveté do not come back.

Some sins I cannot wash away.
I hope you can forgive me.
But until then
I shall remain
Forever in these chains.