Interchange. Interefere. Interject.
Hearts are beating against the drumline.
Faces rising against
and for
you.
The castle's scourge is tempting me; replacing you in his image.
I fight for you, but my wings can no longer flock to embrace you.
(Elegance is dying as the parasite
takes your place.)
His eyes are pretty;
Elegant. Turquoise.
Not at all like yours.
He whispers every night. Songs that make me l(hate)ve him even more.
And the court jester laughs
because he knows what is coming
sisters die in the waning moonlight.
Trying to feed off of your light.
I have to ask you
where you ever the sun to me?
My skin thirsts for your light,
but his synthetic touch
substitutes what you had.
My throat is ripped out
by my own sister no less
as the court jester laughs
the fool tries to mend scarred skin
they won't hear my aria
and I won't sing
only until you get back.
Geoffery. SabastIan. LucIa. "My lullaby is only for lover's ears."
The insomnia is worsening
(as he lays in my bed)
and even in this waking dream
(naked and ready for me)
the parasite is molding and forming into your shape.
"Sweet general, my lullaby will never put you to sleep,"
you'll never hear me
"as my life is slowly sapped away."
I hear you somewhere yelling
I forgive
that the parasite will eat me
far away
if I don't.
lullaby and goodnight. Go to sleep my dear general.
Soliders raid.
And say destroy.
They will tear out what we had.
If we ever had anything in that dream.
No, substance.
No
Substance
No
parasite
"Goodnight, dear General.
The dream of your light
tastes good on my
lips."
N(Geoffery) parasite.
N(general), substance.
Goodnight, Goddess, Godnight.
"I will never love you, mimic."
disclaimer
and
concrit gonna rot what we share