How could I expect her to see the prince
When the beast can trick God into believing
No number of hail marys can take away the hurt
There’s holes. I’m hollow. Alone and afraid of me.
I flinch at my shadow.
He laughs and tells me to relax.
I change, but I’m the same.
I am strong. But the weak wind devours my soul.
I am awake. Why did I ever want wake up?
In my dreams there were no holes, there’s no fear.
The sum vectors of my choices thrust me into the third quadrant.
Nothing positive that isn’t tripled by the negative.
I once played the prince, I stood tall then.
I once looked at the beast with pity.
He just looked at me and smiled.
I have given into this beast inside of me
I just let him throw everything away at will
I watch, intrigued, as he drives stakes through my chest
I smile politely and say nothing is wrong.
Holes. Hollow. Alone. Afraid.
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