Phobia: Edge Me

Desperation

This is the second part of His Design series (only available on archive of our own) but since it's poetry I decided to post it! If you want to read the whole thing, this is the link ---> http://archiveofourown.org/works/8052274/chapters/18446728

Your eyes turn grey

Can you please just turn away?

I’m here suffering through the anxiety

(The passion, the desperation)

Don’t you see?

My mouth is gun

Shooting bullets like second nature

Your chest is a shield

Deflecting the danger

Once upon a dream

I was part of your fantasy

Dolled up, primed, and pressed

But I saw through your lies

Refused to scream at the sky

Because I would rather not give you the

Sa-tis-fac-tion

Oh, your eyes turn grey

Can you please just turn away?

I’m here suffering through the anxiety

(The passion, the desperation)

Don’t you see?

After the teacup shattered,

Land became ocean and ocean went bone dry

Spider-d in cracks,

Like my mind used to be,

I faced the difficulty of getting by

The ocean went bone dry

Oh, your eyes turn grey

Can you please just turn away?

I’m here suffering through the anxiety

(The passion, the desperation)

Don’t you see?

No, time is short, it’s just that way

No, time is short, it’s just that way

No, time is short, it’s just that way

Oh, your eyes turn grey

Can you please just turn away?

I’m here suffering through the anxiety

(The passion, the desperation)

Don’t you see?

No, time is short, it’s just that way