A SILENT PRAYER TO A DEMON

Oh how can I see you when you are riddled in darkness?
Yet you say it is I who is blind to your light.
Light you talk of but do not show,
Light to see what you cannot give me;
You open doors, you close doors, you promise much;
much to mislead I have countless choices.

 

Choices not mine, but yours to give at your will, and my peril.
You open a door into a bed of roses,
I walk through; thorns tear my tender flesh.
Thorns you hide beneath the beauty of petals.
You draw me to your beauty, you offer an unpleasant bounty.
You offer splendour.
Splendour wrapped in dreams, tied in hope and pain.

 

True deception of magnificence that you give and take.
I cannot own this, as it is not mine, but yours to will.
What is mine is what I have.
But what I have is what you promise,
like the darkness you set before me; uncertain.
You gloat in my lack.

 

I am but a rootless flower destined to wither in a vase full of water.
Your water gives life, but fails to let me live and prosper.
Others flourish in its flow; I drown in its depths.
Why do you choose when we are many that follow?
We follow because only you say you know the way.
Blind to your treachery, deaf to your lies, we follow.
Only to inherit pain and misery of the journey we take.

 

I will not ask anymore, I shall take without regret, and guilt.
I will not follow you anymore, for I walk my own path.
I do not need your light to see, I follow my heart.
I care not for your house with doors of uncertainty.
I have built my own house with doors of fortune.
Doors that lead into rooms I desire, through my rose gardens.                                                                              Gardens where thorns I prune, and flowers I pick.

 

No longer a plucked flower for your pleasure, destined to die,
But I blossom with roots firmly set in the ground of dirt.
To your dismay I prosper, for I am no child of yours.
I am my own and everything I own.
I care not for your choices.
For that which you offer as choice for me is yours.

 

I am my own light; I am all that I desire, as in me, I am full.
Hailed is your darkness that makes me shine,
Cherished is your deception that makes me wise.
Remember you are but just a contact, but you are not me.
I am the child of God.
I am a God, your Lord.

 

SO FUCK YOU!