Actions

Work Header

o' angel of ideals..

Summary:

offer me your lies and i will swallow them like fresh water.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

o angel of ideals,

teach me your ways of daydreaming,

show me where i err in my rationale,

spit your nonsensical words and change my ways, set in stone,

again and again until i believe them as truth.

 

you sit at your plush chair

and you pore over your papers,

tapping your pen on your pursed lips

unaware or perhaps just ignoring that i watch you religiously,

a parched man in sight of a lush oasis.

 

offer me your lies and i will swallow them like fresh water,

my halo-haired liability.

logic can only take me so far

in the face of this torrid love.

 

"distracted." "unfocused." "behaving oddly", they say,

unsure as to where my recent aloofness stems from,

fearing why i have forsaken books in lieu of architectural designs.

they need not be afraid. it is not them i build this trap for.

 

i believe in gods. in this world it is impossible to refute their existence,

and pray no archon pay me heed when i mutter that you outshine all of them.

shift your view from ideals to pleas well in advance.

they will not forgive you when you place your faith in me instead.

 

i am not taking advantage of your dependence on me,

that is i would much rather you place your trust in me directly instead.

you have always greatly underestimated how far i would go when i finally found something illogical that i believed in.

it is your mistake that i found you.

 

fight all you want. in fact, this is a cage of your own designing.

you may curse me until your throat goes dry and your screams no longer sound.

i have done you a favour,

you will see in due time.

 

is that not so? have i not given you all you ever wanted?

you had fame. you had respect....

yet today,

i have finally given you a home.

forever.

Notes:

I PROMISE YOU IM WORKING ON THAT SEQUEL.