Hug me, but don't feel me. See me, but don't hear me. Never hear me.
Touch me when you don't need to, just like you don't need me.
Use me, use me as a tool. Make me, then. Make me into your food.
Feast as I cry. If I smile, it must all be a lie. I pray, I do.
But do you pray for me, too? You never do. Yet I must, for you.
"Rejoice!" You say. "All for your pleasure!" You say. Yet remove your hand each time comes the day.
Maybe I'm selfish, or a fool. But I don't know, I never know.
I think you're wrong, or lost. I think you're hurt, maybe that's why you hurt me. But I'm unsure.
Because I don't know. I'll never know. I never knew. I don't want to...
God, can you hear me? God, why didn't you help me? I want to fly like you tell me to, but above your clouded vision and sky-high throne, there holds no air. I rather stay on foot, but running up to you feels suffocating.
Tell me, if Satan brings up hellfire, why does it rain smoke in my heavenly, lit-up cellar?
Devil, hear me. Devil, let me through. Would you be so kind as to take down my kingdom home?
Devil, hear me. Devil, come to me. His majesty ate all mortal eyes, lend me your own.
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Records Of Deer and Lamb.
FantasySomething I thought of bc I was bored. Hope you like it! I'm not much of a poet, so this writting is gonna a bit weird and bad. Basically an old-style fairytale, how dark and messed up they use to be. Why? I like messed up shit! Basically, these two...
