Hellfire

First is the legions of soldiers at your command

Second is the most trusted liar at your right hand

Third is the Queen at the throne you trusted with your life.

Fourth is the Chimney Sweep to whom you handed the knife.

fifth is the fire you left to blaze

Sixth, the false god whose name you praise

Seventh, the false prophets housed in your mind

Eighth, the knight you trusted who left you blind.

Ninth is the trusted friend who struck you from the sky

Tenth, the love who left you broken

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I was made to be hungry. I will never know anything else.

I was made to be toxic. I will never know anything else.

I was made to be divine. I will never know anything else.

I was made to be bright. I will never know anything else.

I was made to be destructive. I will never know anything else.

i was made to be broken. i will never know anything else.

I was made to be painful. I will never know anything else.

i feel really out of place and like i dont belong anywhere. im trying to run away somewhere but feel like i dont belong there either? are you supposed to make yourself belong somewhere because your believe you belong there? or is it just a feeling of home? because i dont feel home anywhere. will i ever feel home somewhere? i dont even know what home is supposed to feel like