Feb 03
Emily Van Dyke's picture


Wicked, go.
Morals that reflect a part of my body that is evil,
cast away.
Leave, I am here for peace. 
I am done with the lingering teeth of hate and sin.
I am here for love and taking new steps.
The wicked must leave, be dragged from my body.
Death of flowers, new beginnings of thorns, no more.
Love weighs more than red eyes. Red heart.
I am here for improvement, not lust or bad.
The wicked of this world, cannot cast on my skin.
I am clean.
The wicked will go, as we grow. New growth is new beginnings,
away from the evil eyes that watch your uniqueness. 
Wicked of my mind, I am stronger,
I am stronger.