Outside
It's beautiful
Sunny
Birds-a-chirpin' warm,
But I wanna stay
Inside
Cold-
Nursing my wound,
Really it's you who should
Take insult
I sniffed you out
Sniffed all around you,
And you lapped it up
I saw you sniffing back,
Cautious
No -
Scared.
Well let me tell you something,
I don't hide from the sun
I don't catalogue the stars
And when I fly, I don't check in
My bags
I carry them with me,
I've had them stolen
Before, you see
But how could you
See
With a lamb's heart
And a rat-race mind,
Tireseus couldn't open your eyes
My Darling
Anymore than he could open his own,
I had no business rying.
Let the meek inherit the earth,
And I
I shall reside in the heavens
Reveling in Chaos
Invisible
To those of your ilk
Wrapped in my mantle
Bitch-Goddess
With snakes for hair
Fanged teeth,
I turn men to stone
Lambs - I eat for breakfast.
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