Stunned by your grace,
And blinded by your light,
But you are no god,
A demon none the less,
You feast on hearts,
Strip people of their souls,
Drain them of emotions,
But what made you this way,
Turned you into this demon,
It was only the numbness,
Like the numb in your fingers and toes on a cold winter day,
No more numb,
Like morphine finally kicking in,
No more numb,
The kind that swallows you whole,
Our hearts aren't prizes for your own personal collection,
Only replacements for the emptiness in your chest ,
Our souls are only there for you to have one to call your own,
Drowning in your sorrows as you sit on your floor weeping,
You are the light in my eyes and the beat of my heart,
You are the air that I breathe and the steps that I take,
You are the sun in the morning and the moon at night,
You are the flowers in the spring and the snow in winter,
You are the dreams I have when all is a nightmare,
You are the high I have when all is low,
You are the love of my life but you are not mine.
-Anna Countryman
Stunned by your grace,
And blinded by your light,
But you are no god,
A demon none the less,
You feast on hearts,
Strip people of their souls,
Drain them of emotions,
But what made you this way,
Turned you into this demon,
It was only the numbness,
Like the numb in your fingers and toes on a cold winter day,
No more numb,
Like morphine finally kicking in,
No more numb,
The kind that swallows you whole,
Our hearts aren't prizes for your own personal collection,
Only replacements for the emptiness in your chest ,
Our souls are only there for you to have one to call your own,
Drowning in your sorrows as you sit on your floor weeping,
You are the light in my eyes and the beat of my heart,
You are the air that I breathe and the steps that I take,
You are the sun in the morning and the moon at night,
You are the flowers in the spring and the snow in winter,
You are the dreams I have when all is a nightmare,
You are the high I have when all is low,
You are the love of my life but you are not mine.
-Anna Countryman