Sins 💔

Its not the weather, 
Its me, 
In all forms of glory, 
Annoyed by all stuff, 
Life torments me with, 
Oh how I hope it consumes me, 
And drown me into it, 
So I see no sunlight,
But only darkness, 
In all forms, 
In all its valour, 
As it single handedly, 
Deals with me, 
As if I am a piece of art, 
Who is lost its beauty, 
And is now poised, 
With the venom of her past