One step at a time. If you make me run,then hell shall loosen up and break.
I am nothing different from you.
But I am not you.
Never the same.
I have seen not whatever your eyes have.
But mine are laden with the skeletons of my fragility.
You can laugh.
You can hope I don’t come back.
I have not felt the pumping of your heart.
I only know mine.
It pumps like a stallion.
It breaks my chest and floods my lungs.
Godamnit it runs me mad.
I wanted just a simple touch.
Not the scratching you gave me.
You little devils created with the image of man in mind.
But I am precious.
I do not need your stubborn nods.
Look at my face close enough and you will see the lines.
Every life I have lived.
In the shallowness of my eyes you will see the depths of my Magic.
I have not felt you.
Or even you.
And for this I will not pay.
I am not you.
I lost patience with the blue eyed master and his father.
I lost favour in their eyes.
But I lead an army.
I am not like you.
I am not afraid of the names that call me home.
I am not afraid of Love.
Even if it pumps madness and stiffness and anything else with less and less.
Look at me close enough.
You will see what I am.
Nothing like you!