#being incomplete

Who am I really? I’m not a demon... But neither a human... And neither a half-demon. I don’t have a place to stay, and neither a place to go.  And it’s for this reason that  I’ve always traveled up and down, alone. I didn’t know any other way to live. But I can only continue to live as a quarter demon, incomplete as I am. 

There were holes in my being Feathers missing in my wings I was tied to the feeling Of ever broken links

It was pulling me under Underwater, where I couldn't breathe My voice became a sunder My throat started to bleed

Among millions shouting in the dust You came down and chose me My Angel, you and your trust Are never again to be

I took pieces of you And claimed them as mine Finally saw everything true In your every single rhyme

I took your heart still beating And placed it in a jar So later on it's fresh for eating But also so you're not very far

I took pieces of your soul Carved them up to fit Their one perfect role Of making me complete

I pulled out those teeth of yours And arranged them all Gifted them, of course As a gift so small

I cut off your fingers And made them a fearsome edge With ten rancid stingers A weapon with which wars to wage

In the end, I tied you up And dragged you 'round like a toy Like a newborn kitten or a pup Didn't that bring you joy?

Tore off your clothes To make everyone see That that's how it goes That you're only for me

Yeah, I have pieces of you And that may leave you dead But you said you knew That you should have fled

It kills me when you run I could cry a river I think of what I've done I begin to shake and quiver

I'll keep the pieces of you That you've left me with Because without them, I too Will never be complete