Do not come to me
With promises painted pretty
Do not come to me
Reflecting the stars old light
They steal the warmth
To feed apathetic atrophy
Do not come to me
Looking to bask in the halation
of my shadow
without acknowledging your own
Do not come to me
With false things
Hiding your true face
Do not come to me
With small talk
Tumbling from your teeth
I want to know
How you hold yourself
And the names of the monsters
When you can't fall asleep
Do not come to me
Adorned with self deceit
I have to say
I dislike the taste
I prefer transparency
Come to me
With whispered things
Come to me
With stories of your survival
I care not
For the mask upon the day
I find the act
Outdated and worn
False light
Projected fears
And hidden hate
Come to me
When you are torn
Raw and real
Come to me
When you feel
Come to me
When you're caught in night
When you feel hollowed
Hopeless
Beaten down
From the battles of your mind
Come to me
In darkness
With madness
I do not fear these storms
For I am made of
Quicksilver
Coursing
Lightning
Come to me
Undressed
Bloodied and Wild
Come to me
As you are
Worn and battle-scarred
Perfection is a lie
Sold to sleeping souls
Going through monotonous motions
Living without Being alive
Come to me
When Truth feels heavy in your bones
In this devil's playground
Remember to hold on to your soul.
About the Creator
Heather Climer
A chaotic combination of music, molecules, color and curiosity. Fueled by no small amount of caffeine, I find inspiration in the world around me, and do my best to represent my reality.
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