Librettos of Lily
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Black cat for a black soul as fitting as the tale of witches in forests,
They say the omen of death hovers above her as she lays among beasts,
Midnight scars and evening cuts as fitting as the lore of a woman in the shadows,
They say the unseen mind tortures itself every single time the night commences.
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I think I have given her my eyes, the doors to new worlds resides in her. I can't hold space for both of us and it created such horror for a spectator but oh what a relief it was to me. To be barren like a fallen leaf but still be met with rich grounds. I feel no need to gaze out into the outside and ponder at what a sight it was to see through a blurred vision. I don't want to figure how to behave in between catastrophes.
~I just don't want to anymore
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At first, they tasted like sun-beams with fresh smell and inviting ripes, ready to be devoured by angel-like souls who fed upon anything new, anything worth the race of their innocent little curious hearts. They bestowed knowledge, wisdom, the gift to individualistic pursuit, and the will to defy. It would lure in them with speculations and mysteries, disguising their true intentions.
At last, it tasted like slaughter in their mouths, mingled with tragic sight that broke their angel wings. It would go rotten in their stomachs, slice their insides and gut their flesh, break their bones, making them mortal feeble dust. It would bestow death, sin, destruction, self-loathing. It would make them whine in madness as they slowly wither each day and night. It won't hide like before, instead it would take them for sinister pleasure called revenge.
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This earth is hostile to me. I thought it was because I wasn't who I was supposed to be. I blame the monstrous nature of my habitat on myself. If I had been more ruthless or more fearless, but nothing resisted me as my mind if I ever tried to come up with a excusable reason. It found no connection between the venom of my surroundings and me. I was just there. I existed somehow in the middle of my nightmares and they showered me with loss since before I learned how to walk. It was a choice but not mine.
The earth was hostile to me. I could feel it in the sharpness of the wind, in the whispers of the meadows, in the slight brush of my untamed hair, or the gaze of an old hungry man. There was nothing that I did, but just because I was there. I drew breath among fallen angels and I sinned on my first breath. Was birth death in itself? It must be. It must be because I was seen as if I dared endure all this.
~And the discomfort of the soul could not be contained unless it left
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"People can only meet you as far as they have met themselves." And some are strangers to their own soul. It is disturbing to imagine what that would be like for the people around them.
