I
do you recall the days i used to look the devil straight in his dark, ferocious eyes and smile like he hadn't turned my world into an immortal pandemonium of dread and gloom?
it was a look of perfect brilliance, you see. so honest, so pure, so full of oblivion. its power could have ignited the foundations of heaven; dissolved the gates of purgatory; eradicated the pits of hell if it so wished.
[and yet, that smile would end up being nothing but the tragic aftermath of fierce manipulation and fraudulent promises.]
II
how couldn't you possibly have known?
you must've seen the transparent admiration in my cerulean eyes every time i looked at you? you recall watching me fall hopelessly in love with your misleading charisma and sardonic lies as i glorified you like you were god himself, don't you? perhaps you never c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ noticed how i loved you so irrevocably, my dear.
nonetheless, i bet you treasured the moment—
I
F E L L
A P A R T
C O M P L E T E L Y.
III
i didn't realize my life had become so sacrilegious until the darkness ultimately buried me whole, you know.
i wasn't flinching as it obscured even the most restricted parts of my pierced heart. i hadn't interfered when it swallowed me up and held me captive in the corners of my own mind. i only realized the severity of my reality once the abyss spat me back out into the word of light and reason without my consent. i wouldn't give into the prayers of the angels as they tried to guide me back home to paradise, and i couldn't exorcise the demon within me until it was too late for penance—
—because i was too lost in my pathetic delusions to notice.
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BEFORE THE STORM
Poetry𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌? | 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖼 © 2019 |