I am suffocating in a hazy fog in the heavens of make-believe
Where there are only words;
No feelings, no emotions;
It’s torturing me.
Am I the naive damsel who is afraid of a life of monsters that
devour the devoted?
The devil doesn’t care, as long as he disarms the chosen.
I’ve lost this game to him before;
Lost precious years.
So I’m sent a knight in shining armor,
to be rescued.
Why is my angel of redemption the one who is unavailable?
Who is more fascinated by the chase but not the girl.
A master of deception hidden by the blazing metal,
Who can tell his lover that he can’t love her because
the world is too hard to handle.
A knight who sees a pretty tavern wench with healing scars.
Pink markings of tainted flesh that only ever
make the monsters hungry.
I am grateful for the constant development in understanding acceptance. ❤