Her madness came from below,
Below skin that had never felt correct light.
Light that was all thankfully too dim to congratulate,
Congratulate her for every "sin" and mistake she could make-
Making the "angels" sway in distaste and laugh with gandering,
Gandering at the idea of her never reaching a higher system.
System-wise, neither of them existed. Not them, nor her-
Her heart too entwined with the wind and letting go,
Going to become one, she was told, to reach something superficial-
Superficially distinct to become a someone. But her heart, tied away:
Away in another world, to a "pet", a being so unaware
Aware only of the large world to begin exploring.
Exploring in silhouettes instead of prisms of light.
Lighting was always off then, for she was one of hope and desire
Desire to be one, but still so tied to the heart she must share
Sharing it with a feeble human, and old soul taking a side
Side of hate and morbidity because she cannot leave.
Leaving would only let her battle those "angels" for she has turned.
Turned away from what good there could be.
Becoming a fade of sanity, enticing it was.
Wasn't ever bad to hate all of you, she'd said.
Said with that, the human took care of her, and understood.
Understood that we are what we are. And we'll be evil together.
Together, forever.
Last one posted on my weeworld, I will be posting here now. c:
This one's also been quite important to me.
Also another person of Disgust.
