no more fixing bindra
no more fixing pramod
i will no longer tend to the dumpster fire that is their ego

the little things they do
still pulls the strings of my heart
you want my will to be your puppet
and i want yours to be mine
whatever makes you feel "safe"
whatever makes me feel "safe"
is whatever makes us in control

you are as broken as you have broken me
i no longer want to fix you
i want you to respond to my every demand
i want to manipulate you like you have manipulated me

i no longer want to destroy such evil
i simply want to turn the tables
i want to restore balance
and give myself room to breathe
because lord knows i'd be a better tyrant than you

i'm on my villain arc (setting boundaries)
biting at the hand that feeds me
because I was supposed to be the baby!
you were supposed to baby me!
when all i did was baby you!

i wanted to be your baby
i wanted to be your baby so bad

but look at what you do to babies

i am no alchemist
i cannot turn monster into human
simply, i can keep it under control
a muzzle to the rabid dog

your words bite into my heart
as i bite into your arm
if it bleeds, i wonder
if you'll think when you stare at the wound

She dreamed of love and acceptance
She was beautiful and wonderful
But she flew to high
So I melted her wings and struck her down
All She wanted was to feel my warmth
But all I gave her was my fury
She fell into the ocean
And now I'm drowning

A looming black gate with serrated edges,
Gargoyles were staring at you from upon marble ledges,
You opened the gate with a fearless pride,
Fate awaits you where your life is denied.
Wandering through the garden of rotting weeds,
Weaker you became as a hungry Death feeds.
You rested upon a swing hanging from an Oak,
With nothing to keep you warm besides a feeble cloak.
Your small hand grasped at an aching heart,
With wounded visions of falling apart.
But just before arising to make your retreat,
You glanced upon the crumbled bricks beneath your feet.
A rose did lay on the moss covered path,
A beauty disturbed; it revealed its wrath.
Thunder mumbled an angry roar,
Electric veils of light began to soar,
Glistening rain fell from the darkest cloud,
You could hear your broken heart beating aloud.
You could feel the scarlet flowers torment,
As you knelt to pick the blossom from the cement.
Beauty grew in the garden as you become ever frail,
You fell to the ground and your face faded pale.
A tear emerged as you took your last breath,
A wondrous dwelling surrounded your death.
An entity took over and your corpse was revived,
Where eyes dissolved there were flowers alive.
Frail bones turned to roots and unkempt hair to earth,
This is in the stars for us all since the day of our birth.
The rose lay beside you, crippled with rage,
And bled from it's petals a bright red lineage,
Of the curious soul who dares enter the lair,
Despair is devious but most are unaware.
The living crypt is bountiful again,
Ready to entice more lonely souls within,
It anxiously rests as it eagerly awaits,
For another dim spirit to enter its gates.

and when he told me
he’d **** himself if i left,
a part of me believed him.
a small stupid part of me,
foolish, young and naive,
wanted to believe that i’d meant that much
that the lack of my presence
would make his blood run cold,
leaking into the creases of the bathroom tiles.
if i left,
and he killed himself.
his blood would be on my hands
but unlike my blood on his,
this time it would be metaphorical
but would feel so much worse.