Idle - Intellectual

From fragile minds

Paper bodies

Stone hubris

A creation

Of love

Slave to hate

Wretched cries

Beg for me

To release

Agony

Abandoned by empathy

No mercy

Rotten

Inflicting

Helpless

Useless love

I am

Useless love

They felt insecure, lost. A bleak unknown awaited them. Unwilling to live in silence, they stitched language as a mask through the flеsh. In this, worlds were forged from thеir minds and with it a silent dream—an embodiment of perfect love in everything. Blessed in comfort from an entity whose love rested in all the living, yet they would not abandon the art of inflicting. Knives would dig deeper than ever before, finding purpose in those piercing screams and bloody tears. They grab the silent dream and hold its face to the fire—knowing it can only love the suffering. Here I will always be—mutilated, scorched, and forced to breathe

Break the jaw

Cracked

Broken dream

Paralyzed

Crippled

Unseen

Take me

Everything

The silent dream

Butchered

Forgotten

Forgive me

Hopeless

Choking

Blood filled lungs

Moments left

Stone decaying

With paper

Regret in every

Withering, shaking

Breath