‘You’re gonna do fine kid’, said the demon with green eyes. How would I ever forget those eyes, and those hands that stole your thoughts, your feelings with a mere touch, cold down to the bones. Fierce, the way he walked, saturnine was the way he stood. His feet burning, a crater of ash flicked on this land with every step of his. Wine he drank, out the winery he did maul, his hobby to steal parts of the passing soul.
“I owe you my dear, you’re gonna do fine, except for the parts when you need the part that now is mine.” The fight was fair, I agree, for except he was a million times bigger, beheld my kryptonite and knew when to pull the trigger.
“Everything you hold back there, every bit you want to flip, is who you are, is what that matters, and makes you different.” How does he live with himself, with those stolen half-souls, I could bet the other half of mine, to the fact that he doesn’t.
I did go ablaze, with a mighty sword onto his throat, spun him down to the ground right in the middle of the town. Retorted he, so wisely, “I don’t know you lad, but with this fire of thine, I’m sure you’re gonna do fine.” I could though go on and slay his weary skin and slit his blunt horns, reduce him to a single skull with a few dozen cross bones.
“Let go of reasons, befriend the alibi, and I’m sure, my dear, you’re gonna do just fine” I followed him into silence, silently, saw him rip another soul off its dearest, ah! my strategy, curse you my prodigy!
I left his ground for good, left his desert to himself, left that part, of me behind me for no good, that no angel could do right, no elf. And so I sleepwalk in a reverie, and I live a dream. In a desert of ice, in between the pine, I blow into the wind my song, of dries verses, filled with witty broken curses.
Half of me is still ablaze, the rest frozen, fumes of the first lifting, the other melting, sinking in itself. Countless parts have I lost in search of that one, the one he stole, he the demon, dark as coal. Countless of those lost are counterfeited in remorse, for the sake of the one part that was to hold the rest together, tonight I lose a few more, to this never-changing weather.
I wouldn’t lie to you, even if I lived for it, looks like it got to me, and now I’m always gonna want what I can’t have. Tell me that someday, you’ll be here with me, up, here, look me in the eye. Perhaps we’ll take a stand then, you and I, not to kill or to win but perhaps to die. Say, we’ll be seen, as we emerge from within the scene, inside-out to dissolve back in. For what it’s worth, I hereby confess, I am a part of the moon tugged to this earth. I speak the truth, but I do not moan, and that’s pretty tricky, ‘coz I just can’t do it on my own. No, without you I may never shine, apart from that, I guess, I’m gonna do just fine.
“I owe you my dear, you’re gonna do fine, except for the parts when you need the part that now is mine.” The fight was fair, I agree, for except he was a million times bigger, beheld my kryptonite and knew when to pull the trigger.
“Everything you hold back there, every bit you want to flip, is who you are, is what that matters, and makes you different.” How does he live with himself, with those stolen half-souls, I could bet the other half of mine, to the fact that he doesn’t.
I did go ablaze, with a mighty sword onto his throat, spun him down to the ground right in the middle of the town. Retorted he, so wisely, “I don’t know you lad, but with this fire of thine, I’m sure you’re gonna do fine.” I could though go on and slay his weary skin and slit his blunt horns, reduce him to a single skull with a few dozen cross bones.
“Let go of reasons, befriend the alibi, and I’m sure, my dear, you’re gonna do just fine” I followed him into silence, silently, saw him rip another soul off its dearest, ah! my strategy, curse you my prodigy!
I left his ground for good, left his desert to himself, left that part, of me behind me for no good, that no angel could do right, no elf. And so I sleepwalk in a reverie, and I live a dream. In a desert of ice, in between the pine, I blow into the wind my song, of dries verses, filled with witty broken curses.
Half of me is still ablaze, the rest frozen, fumes of the first lifting, the other melting, sinking in itself. Countless parts have I lost in search of that one, the one he stole, he the demon, dark as coal. Countless of those lost are counterfeited in remorse, for the sake of the one part that was to hold the rest together, tonight I lose a few more, to this never-changing weather.
I wouldn’t lie to you, even if I lived for it, looks like it got to me, and now I’m always gonna want what I can’t have. Tell me that someday, you’ll be here with me, up, here, look me in the eye. Perhaps we’ll take a stand then, you and I, not to kill or to win but perhaps to die. Say, we’ll be seen, as we emerge from within the scene, inside-out to dissolve back in. For what it’s worth, I hereby confess, I am a part of the moon tugged to this earth. I speak the truth, but I do not moan, and that’s pretty tricky, ‘coz I just can’t do it on my own. No, without you I may never shine, apart from that, I guess, I’m gonna do just fine.
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