tired of the day

i wasnt judging them

but i feel myself being pulled to as they judge me

silly strings tugging at me

the puppetmaster shrouded in clouds of darkness

"I'll show you"

"I'll make you like me"

silly little demons

forcing me into their skin

i try to scream but my voice is trapped within

"how does it feel"

"if we cant get her to understand our excitement we will force her to feel it anyway, make her think its hers"

tug and pull, twist and bend

they ask questions through me

try to find out when

i smile

because demons wouldn't be trying to find out what God knows through me if He wasn't with me

i smile and i think of all the years they spent convincing me that He's not real

and in a desperate entitled attempt to find out information, it admitted the very truth its worked hard to hide

why i should kill you

why im wrong for hesitating to do so

but I've seen you do no harm....

i don't see your existence as wrong

how little and sweet you are

you chew on wood and they believe you deserve death

but they chew on flesh.....

they chew on death.....

and tell me i should kill you

sweet little buggy doesnt understand inside

tasty wood is tasty wood

they dont mean me harm

but the people want me to mean them harm

can you keep a secret?

between you and i.....