By Jacob Ragsdell
Insecure this morning, till the sun retires
Pride taking possession, digging his fingers into my soul.
Which is better?
Being in control and wanting to fade into the abyss.
Some love the feeling, able to take hold and feast
Rapture Rapture!
Being controlled and loving every second of this life.
I love the feeling. It fulfilled the one desire I had.
Happiness.
It was the only thing I asked for, one desire
Turning into a union, one can never withdrawal from.
Goddess.
Help me. Fill me. Kill me. Do whatever you desire!
As long as it gives me some feeling in this reality.
I’ll do anything!
Reflection, a funny thing. Mirror. Is this me?
One name then infinity. Bound inside this body.
My prison.
People stare at me with fear, the polarity of love.
Disgusting humans, they don’t know the difference.
Help me?
