High enough

I find the people who are at their lowest
Tend to get the highest
Ironically becoming Death's favorite art piece

As sporadic as my thoughts come
As erratic my heart beats
Love is the drug that consumed me

Spoils of the new found company
Hopes of toils of little pitter patter feet
Always end in fantasy and tragedy

I saw God with a book of mine
Doodling and writing a horrible strife
He lied to me,
explaining it was only to strengthen thee
I burned the pages
and all the ink seeped out
Stained my skin
with mocking words of sympathy...
Written by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
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