05 April 2026

Beneath the False God


 

The coldest rain pours over me,

The raindrops of shadows and memories drench me to the bone,

Cute and scary meet-ups – just us,

Frozen, dangerously numb, I am still here.

You and I were never meant to stay forever,

Even when the moon kissed our evenings from the sky above.

I endured my fate, filled with torment and sweet pain,

I died several deaths while still alive.

Your touch was fire, purifying my soul,

Your voice was the nightmare I dreamt while held in your hands.

And I wanted every piece of me to shatter until I was free,

Until I was able to choose my path.

Every time I pictured myself away from you,

I felt suffocated, yet trembling at what might come

To grow my own wings, not angelic but wings nonetheless.

I drained my tears, trying not to bleed myself dry,

Worshiping you like a toxic religion, brainwashed, I prayed on my knees,

Waiting for your salvation becoming my own damnation.

But every pain washed me clean of every twisted sin you preached.

Every erased smile is now back on my face, a pure evil grin.

Every punishment now my badge of honor, a mark left on my skin.

In the end, my past self vanished beneath the preaching of the false god.

I stand still, on my own, with a voice loud and clear –

Message send,

Response is not required; I was brutally direct.

The coldest rain pours over me,

The raindrops of shadows and memories drench me to the bone,

All the dirt is washed away,

The Misery is no longer living in me!