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the dragon is the soul of the child who never learned how to speak oh hellboy stealing the witch's eyes for your own demise
those chafe talons scraps down your jessamine skin you let the crimson blood pool into your mouth as you drown within yourself oh how you make the sun split into Amaryllis and gold
as you pray to the god of synthetic realities trying not to fall into the cracks of his own saint tainted equilibrium
now they watch you burn oh how crisp that acid was on your skin that had felt the snake's venomous daybreak kiss of epiphany yet you drank it as your own elixir now you're burning burn. burn. burn. there's no time to frame you and place your taupe soul painted with Da Vinci's renaissance of derealization your existence was merely just a simulation of ventriloquy
in a museum filled with conservative eyes yet minds embedded with gluttonous desires who turned the cries of heaven's sinners into a souvenir of eunoia oh hellboy you were truly a dreamy mirage
AN~ So this piece was inspired by child soldiers, especially with the recent happenings in Syria. Children's innocence is taken away early, because of the trivial reasons people want to rage war. Stop putting guns in these children's hands, and put pencils and crayons instead. Their world becomes filled with violence and a misconception of how things truly are. I feel like this is a subject that isn't talked about, so I wanted to use this platform and help bring awareness to it.
