Pens&Keys

You only love a monster

When it’s not really a monster

You only love a monster

If you you feel it can be saved

You only love a monster if it’s not really a monster

You only love a monster

If you feel you can tame it

You only love a monster if it’s not really a monster

I was once asked

“What is your favorite color”

My reply

“Fear”

“Until death do us part”

I have never liked that line

It limits my imagination

Death is not untimely

I cannot take a life

That is not meant to end

When I was younger

I watched my mother cry at nothing

I have spent a portion of my life

Afraid of my own feelings

Afraid to let anyone see me

As less than stoic

Even in her death

I remain silent

Even if I never met you

I would still remember you

I love you

Because I love me

No guilt or shame here

Little one

I will bend you and them to my will

Shape you to my pleasures

You will call them by my name

I own you

I own them

Now let go

Let me gift you

Is your heart accepting me yet?

Deep in myself

Cause I fuck with myself

I do not know what I want

I only remember that

I do not want anyone telling me

What I want

Deprogramming

Disconnecting

Purging

I house no flaws

What you are seeing

Are incompatibilities

I require no changing

I require no explanation

The problem is you

An Angel

With a Crucified Soul

I would summon the flames of Heaven

To consume this dreadful place

Before I let any harm come to him

I will not give up my wings for him

That does not mean I do not love him..

You may not give up your wings little one

But I will burn them to keep you here

Your happiness is with me

Always..

Amen

If I’m not questioning my own sanity

Can I really be in love?

If I am not consumed

Can I really be in love?

Can I actually love you?

I was once asked

“What would you gift me?”

My response

“My Throat Sir”

There is no forgiveness

Only memories