I can offer you,
What your heart wants,
I can see it plain on your face,
See the way you twitch—
Those little impulses,
And they are squirming in you.
So very obvious,
That you have something terrible,
In your heart,
If not for the world you live in now.
And I give,
Tools and pieces and weapons of mass,
They will give you the tools to—
You already know,
You’ve been dreaming of it for so long.
A whisper of approval,
And maybe that will finally,
Make you see the way that you could be,
And smile all the way down to hell.
Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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