aftertaste || poetry

061 - a giver's torment

themes: self-sacrifice, people-pleasing, manipulation

kingdoms will come to crumble

but i am here to heighten the walls

bandits will come to plunder

but i am here to unearth treasure

the world's greatest helper is

the world's greatest actor too

however you please i will come to be

even if i bleed out on your twisting knife

your words sting like a salted wound

that i will nurse when you turn away

with a smile on my painted face

i let the flames touch my borrowed skin

an illusion of being needed in high places

a sickened love that begs to be killed

i hit the gas at my own red lights

if it means i get your lawless infatuation

but i know at the end of the day

when captains have sailed their ships

and witches have cast their spells

i will be left here all alone again