I feel like a magic spell.
Cast upon hell, cast upon
everything right with this world.
I feel like an angel,
floating in my own head.
Singing words
into threads of melodic chance.
*here hope dies.
but I still live.
what a terrible, wonderful
nightmare and gift.*
Her essence remains,
it leaks into me, but...
only enough to keep in these
thick growing ropes of deceit
of a self
that cannot reside forever
*no one can see my little girl.
like I can see her.*
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
I feel like a magic spell.
Cast upon hell, cast upon
everything right with this world.
I feel like an angel,
floating in my own head.
Singing words
into threads of melodic chance.
*here hope dies.
but I still live.
what a terrible, wonderful
nightmare and gift.*
Her essence remains,
it leaks into me, but...
only enough to keep in these
thick growing ropes of deceit
of a self
that cannot reside forever
*no one can see my little girl.
like I can see her.*
