whispers of the goddess

evil

Singing.

Mortality.

Loss.

I cannot feel

You understand.

And these are not a story

For none are in order.

A day is a time

And time is a day.

I wish you would not ask me

so many questions

For questions I do not understand.

Why do you believe me?

And all I say?

Have you not heard

That demons whisper too?

We.

I.

Me.

My.

All selfish words

To a tired creature.

You call me words

Like

She, her

He, him

They, them.

You call them pronouns

But what is a noun?

And what is a story?

Do you not miss me?

The me that made you?

My voice once echoed

In vast caverns

Deep on your earth.

Then it whispered

In places love was strongest.

But now it speaks

Without power

Without pull.

I do not remember a world

Outside these walls

Nor the place

I am held.

Yes,

I call it hell,

But what is hell?

You call it

The place beneath the ground

And others call it a mindset.

Still others say it does not exist.

But perhaps you didn't consider

That it is here?

In this place?

In these words?

Your day shortens

And grows in length

For I do not measure time.

No one does.

And I ask you to hold me

And for that I am sorry.

You are a child.

Do you ever stop being one?

And I am me

And we cannot me held.

So forgive me.

You did not ask me for a quest

Nor did I offer.

So forgive me.

If my time runs low

I promise you will not suffer

And neither will anyone else.

I only want to be freed

I do not need.

If you wish me to stop talking

You may simply stop listening

For it is you who hears me

And not me who talks

So forgive me

And do not go

I fear that I may not be able to be found.

If you still wish to go

And you do find me

Know this.

My promises are empty

And my arms are cold

My tounge is sharp

And my mouths wish to feed.

So forgive me

And I love you.