Slayed some demons,

Then I became one just to know what it was like to kill myself.

 

I broke cycles (& discovered new ones).

 

My motives taste like lemonade

I have to prove I can make something out of nothing,

The darkness was beautiful until it wasn’t,

The times I mind the silence

I turn nothing into everything,

I welcome tantrums that would make a toddler say “damn… calm down”

 

Slayed some demons,

Then revived them ‘cause a few had some good points to make.

 

I discovered new cycles (& broke some).

 

I attracted everything I was,

So I resent everything I am,

The truth was beautiful until it wasn’t

I don’t mind the silence

When it’s quiet enough,

the ripples in the water rest into peace

 

Slayed some demons,

Then I discovered they were never mine to kill,

They’ve only been a question with immortal will: Am I worthy?