I’ve been the Archer,
I’ve been the prey.
Screaming who could ever Leave me Darling,
But who could stay?
Broken porcelain structures,
And flaky promises—
Made for you,
And you stand on the threshold,
Watch the miracles leave,
The ones who wished they could stay.
But you were too miserable,
An entity too half baked,
Broken.
Your shooting stars burn—
In tragic deaths.
You lie alone,
So alone.
They see right through me.
Can you see right through me?
I see right through me.
I see right through me.
So you hole up—
In this sad, tense existence,
Stomp on the hearts
Of every pretty, angelic
Smile that comes your way.
You aren’t made of steel,
But you might just be—
And it is better isn’t it?
Isn’t it, you stupid thing?
To be alone.
So alone.
Always an angel, never a God.
Always an angel, never a God.
All the sins of the world
Somehow bubble up in you.
You are an epitome
Of the Lucifers that die
Everyday.
In his hellfire,
You burn everyday.
Your own mistakes darling—
Your own faults.
Eden is for those you let go.
Those who let you go.
Run away to the gates of hell—
Which earthly love
Could you ever feel?
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