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9/23/o6 sat.

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It's so hard.

They tell me to step on the brake

as though

I won't break.

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And so I perish.

Just like this land.

Lost forever

in the sands of time.

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Years pass by

and they lavish me like a work of art.

As though I've become celestial

and blessed has become my heart.

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Their beliefs are feeble

and nostalgically unbelievable.

Their ideas shift

and they all seem full of shit.

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My entity has become scarce

as it looks down up the world.

My halo is cracked, and a forbidden tail grows -

I have become a corrupted girl.

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The want to say it is there.

The need is also present.

But there's no reason for it

because it assures it wouldn't be pleasant.

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There is nothing else

except to give up self respect,

which is something I've already done.

And now I exist here and wonder what else is to come.