Floating through the world -
Child, ward, now adult and scarred.
Your world has never been enchanted with mine
Your thoughts, beyond speculation or speckled sight
We exist independently and freely
Autonomous deities with four hands each:
one to scratch, one to slap, one to maim and one to cover our eyes;
Because looking at the truth is harder than anyone can sing, write or postulate
But we still share the world because we share each other's worlds
Blood, shed and borne in a sphere of loathing, love and constant responsibility
I don't own you but there's still a part of you inside
And beyond leaving you behind, I have engulfed yourself in mine
Why? You are a cretin, a coward
The mercy you have shown my love is pathetic
Grown, manful, sacred fear boils in your blood, to the weakness of your bones
You cannot help me any more than you ever have because you lack the gall
You fear the road not traversed, you fear fighting for righteousness and beauty
For love, for a bountiful break of bread, for the sake of my love, my bread and my beauty
You fear yourself within me, you fear me within yourself but cannot find the words or actions
To show and express the prickly emotions that make the back of your neck tingle or your eyes well with liquid
And thus, you have failed - because where you have gone wrong, you have left dark pieces for me to pull together
(A magician's son would be no better equipped against your twisted forage)
Dark pieces that have become me, that I will not escape forever all because you, in your fumbling existence, cannot understand what it is to fully love
So you will steal more of me, you will plunder my vibrations and you will exhaust my trust
You will exclude my light from your life, you will interrupt every particle I send your way
You will entrench me before I can even attempt to regenerate, you will scrape at my insides like a tiger who takes its claws to the bark of a tree
You will devour my heart, you will corrupt my mind, you will lie and cheat me because you think you can, you will eat my feast before my very eyes, you will ask of me and I will give but you will never return any of it
You are a taker, and you have taken all of me.
