How am I to believe
In something that's not real
They're all games to him
Even if my feeling were true
He doesn't see me
Only feels what I feed
Ego laced sugar
And I the naive lamb
Addicted to rush
A feeding frenzy of desire
Lust at it's best
From his earthly experience
A weeping angel
Who'd give him everything
When he's given me nothing
Except Eternal Darkness
- The Reflective Muse -
Art created by The Reflective Muse imagined with Midjourney AI