Blood And Beverage

𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙨

Darling, my pretty darling,
can you please do me a favor?
And save me from my mortal fever?
My favor is simple, it won't hurt.
All I'd ask you to do is rip open my heart;
and expunge all my hatred and bitterness.
Because this raw anguish won't let me taste blissfulness.
I just want you to grant me a divine sense.
Burning away my trivial mortal essence.

Darling, my pretty darling,
yes, I know that it was not any simple favor.
But see, I'm unreasonably burdened with my mortal fever.
My fever taught me to believe in hatred, not love.
So I want you to take me far, far above.
In the eternal city; where they feed on love and hope.
Take me there, be my charioteer, and together we'll pass the slope.
Because this mortal world hurts, more than Apollo's poisonous arrows.
Here you'll grow up loving Eris and Nemesis, not Tyche and Eros.

Darling, my pretty darling,
Save me and do me this favor.
I desperately want to get rid of this mortal fever.
I want you to convey a message to my Lord, my creator.
Tell Him that I'm sorry for being such a sinner.
For hating all that's good on this Earth.
For disbelieving in love, family and hearth.
This hostile environment has made me an unbeliever.
Whip my feelings on the altar, but I don't want to suffer forever.

Darling, my pretty darling,
Do me this one last favor
and free me from my curse, this mortal fever.
Kill me with your golden spear
and shred my dead body with your bitterness, my dear.
Then bury it in a grove of dead trees
or you could let the snow fall on my body and let it freeze.
Just like my cold heart, who never learnt to love a soul.
Let my body smolder under the heat of the golden sol.

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This one was written during extreme depression. Guess you've figured that out by now :")