Night Prince

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Prick a finger on the crown and make a wish if your blood catches the moonlight, just right, I just might crack the golden ratio of your glass charms with a kiss snap apart the cage between your heart and me like twigs and since you live for your art, devour it and become one with the artist right? Because you sit with that glossed over look on your face, in my afterglow I have everything you're living for, but you give me everything you're living for then you can act devastated when you lose it all, like you didn't know I was going to take, never return, you couldn't be anything to me, not a w***e kick you open and pry apart your dolled-up, pink brain, then smash out the windows everything from inside-seeing is false and prettified, when I leave I take the door you need me, fear me, hate me and revere me, but I don't f*****g live here anymore so I only come at night Be one and I said you can't make everyone happy open wide and crawl outside of your head you can't make anyone happy stop trying, you're already dying, a man walking dead I'm taking everything from me to balance, I chase myself in my stead I give nothing back, indiscernible nonsense chicken scratch writing to keep me fed fretting, I'm sweating, the bellows of insecurity hurriedly squealing everything juts out, like it's designed to hurt my every feeling these field mice I'm gathering all at once by the fistful are weeping each skullcap on my fingers clatters and shatters, none good for keeping the forest for the trees is never as intended that's why the clearing he leaves is mostly open ended He is abysmal, every principle of nihilism, cold and seductive, seclusive and elusive bold and eclectic, embodied allure of tasting ellipsism his intellect, an insect, piercing and intrusive the ego of a young and vile man, I give him all I can every thing that is me, flung into his kingdom never does he ask for myself, life or limb never do I question, would I offer them if he needs them only do I hope that soon the stars will flee, to cover their faces all light and rays will hide away and show no empathy there will be nothing human to interfere, in any forms or places and in that pitchest, voidest dark, I will finally see the most perfect silence of the senseless, where I may embrace my throne the absence of humanity and all its voices, where my despair may rest with me alone.