The Vice Table

Sat at the table
Began to weep
At the sights
It showed onto me
All my vices laid
Out on display
Charred butterflies pinned
Began to weep in why
Had I brought myself
To this new low
Breaking point I fashion
From my own pained heart
Sat at the table
Began to weep
At the sights
It showed onto me
All my vices laid
Out on display
My darkest days I
Have to alter
To fight and survive
Beyond the table