St. Meave
it was all an illusion
my mind wasnt quite something i could understand
i helped him with his sadness
falling into madness when he ran away
taught him how to breathe
how to believe, in the little things
taught him how to heal
He ran off into the dark, that wasnt the deal
he told me i could fly
but he just wanted to watch me fall
and i stupidly thought that he’d hold me through it all
but it was all an illusion
his love was corrupt
it wasnt love
the damage was enough
but it wasnt hate
fill my mind up with thoughts that arent mine
and they all know
how hard i tried
to neuture you
even in harsh storms
but his hеart grew thorns
but i still stayed through it all
i have livеd through so many lives with you
but that light dims
after everything he put my soul through
and he was only sorry when he was caught
feeling so inferior
tried to fix his messy interior
Our lobe was devoid
of benevolence
His heart was just a bottomless void
Living in a cruel world where love is violence
cut me to the bone
all the mirrors are distorted
never realised how hell looked like heaven
and now im guilty of all seven
posion
love in disguise
He thrived when he watched me die
His love was an illusion
It was all an illusion
His kindness
The way he pretended to care
Stone cold evil
His mother was right when she called him the devil
but i didnt listen
and his voice was sirenic
from far away he was eclectic
alluring
but it was all an illusion
like a siren