Little Heathen

2000s-2010s❁્᭄͜͡ 
༒︎~Wʜᴇʀᴇ Mʏᴛʜ Fᴀᴅᴇs Tᴏ Lᴇɢᴇɴᴅ~༒︎

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝...𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
The depths of a man's soul can not be measured
In a manner of meters and fathoms
But rather it is in my opinion only quantified
By his proximity to heaven and hell
It was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern
Bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing
Had it only been a different night, a different place
Or a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub
The events that transpired at that point
Would have undoubtedly been drastically different
I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue
When those exclamations of mirth
Became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives

~~~~~Damien~~~~~

'There are numerous ways in which God can make us lonely, and lead us back to Ourselves. This was the way he dealt with me at that time.'