I penned your life,
sketched your face,
gave you breath,
and stole it away.
With the opening line
I knew where you ended.
I twisted your soul.
You believed you could fix it
I could feel your hair,
see the tears in your eyes,
taste your hope,
as I fed you with lies.
You're as real as a thought
and I am your God.
Am I so cruel
when I let you be loved?
Your fate is not so harsh.
I let you hold her hand,
but only through the veil
once I allowed death to descend
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
I penned your life,
sketched your face,
gave you breath,
and stole it away.
With the opening line
I knew where you ended.
I twisted your soul.
You believed you could fix it
I could feel your hair,
see the tears in your eyes,
taste your hope,
as I fed you with lies.
You're as real as a thought
and I am your God.
Am I so cruel
when I let you be loved?
Your fate is not so harsh.
I let you hold her hand,
but only through the veil
once I allowed death to descend
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