When I Grow Up I Want to be God

A Poem by Demyra

Savior to humanity, damned by morality...

I was captivated by the lost concept of hope,
motivated by an isolated ideal of happiness...
A delusion of arrogance-cleaning the filth with no soap...
Philanthropists recognized this innocence as ignorance,
and then there was emptiness...

It's not like I asked to be God, glistening light shining over the world's sins...
I just wish to fulfill one simple dream...
And the world will laugh in my face, when they don't have the means to justify these ends...
Sentenced as a blasphemer, locked inside a scream,
and then there was emptiness...

It's not like I want to be God, it's just so hard to sleep at night,
knowing that tomorrow will be the same, and things were never alright.
With all these people before my eyes,
I can do nothing to stop their cries...
As pure as the sweetest angels,
cutting themselves on the bleeding angles...

As pure as the sweetest angels,
suffering like damned and demons...

It's not like I asked to be God, I only asked for solace...
seems that dream is too arrogant for mortals.