broken little beast

Will the lie always set me free? Because I don’t know if I want the butterflies weakening my knees every time I think about the flood of cash I threw about in search of another buzz

But it always came

And I shiver at the beauty of the words that we can swap about that say the same thing out of anger and betrayal

And we realised that it all meant nothing at all, even though we tried to work it out

We had fun when we did 

I always wanted you but you never wanted me, not really

So I sigh cause I tried to make a deal with god

Then I tried the devil out of spite because I didn’t fully believe in a holy trinity 

Theres things we’ll never understand dears

They wouldn’t be wonders if we could, you see

And did we get so full of pride that we are reflection-less? 

If I take things that don’t belong to me, does that make me a damnable beast?

I forgot how to emphasise with my peers under a grotesque moon singing their tunes

About how the times where better then

The good cold days 

I accept that we live in an evil place where we’re looking to kill for killings sake And even from the highest tower, they’re screaming some concept of hate for hates sake 

Was the longing a sign of the emptiness to come?

Intentionally weak into my broken little lump