*a/n I was really angsty when I wrote this, but I can't remember what happened. Sounds like a prophecy made by itchy witches.
I lie at the window
My heart laden and bare
And They overflow
The memories I hold dear
From childhood they follow
Me into the sheer
Cold, cold hollow
Where I lay
At last they sing to me
Sweet songs of dreams
Of Being and Not Being
To give up on my teams
To set the ball down,
And I almost do
Their music is sweeter than honeys
More sweet than the crack of dawn
They strike me as attorneys,
They persuade me so well to move on
To experience
The unimaginable
But then they come in,
The Other
Who's demands cannot be denied.
They tell me that the choice is not mine
"There is no honor!"
"That's the easy way out!"
Is that Pride or someone else who'll hide
Until I'm desperate enough to claw them out...
Is that Pride?
Or someone else?
I simply cannot tell.
Their eyes are always hidden
Their look sends one to hell.
They rivet the sodden hopeless
Slopped in poisonous shells
Of toxic thoughts and deadly ideals, lest they quell belief.
Who isn't to dance at Their ball?
Who isn't to fell their pen
At the slightest twist of Their tongue?
Their heart speaks.
But yours will never reply.
For life is a battle of way between these forces
And only God can help you
If your heart finally dies.
