Embodied by a soulless being
with no clues to how to be
even though surrounded by his subjects
following with their subconscious
and not with their minds.
Because hearts are foolish
and taste everything given,
though granted by fools...
and fools below fools.
Tasting pieces of empathy
and granting them to ones
with bending backs because
without a spine you are
as weak as twigs-
believe that, believe that.
To be a person
was a granted wish
by a godmother who
had once been with a fairy
and learned to live,
with the heart- without the mind.
That was a lie
etched by a quiet, dark, cruel person
but his words are never enough,
listen to him lie
finding people weaker than I.
That was him
without a sound, he could deceive
with blue strips of bright eyes
and hopeful light, and dead eyes.
His hair as green
as the toxin that laced his nostrils
stinging with every inward breath
but he refused to part his lips,
he refused to be free from it.
Coming with a word
and the sound of a dancing
blue light though
he never uses his mind or heart-
though hearts may be fools
they're alive.
And came without the time of day
just to hear us say that we
would relinquish things just to be
a person, a person
just a thing.
And never would we have thought
but with a soul, body, and mind
you were never fully complete
since we are fools
and decide to follow
a sick, maniacal tyrant
without a heart,
without a mind,
and without a soul.
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Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
