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The Thorn On The Rose..(lizard prince speaks)...VIII or X...
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Lizard Prince Speaks Mother gave birth to me...a monster, a beast to be...
precious and delicate, why did you choose me to become the thorn?
Sweet and gentle, I scorn her life. A disobidient son, the bad seed.
How many times I wished for death. Forgive me mother, for I'm not the son you think I am...
A beautiful garden, she stood, gave life to a demon, plagued by the evil semen...
A bastard child, I am. Brought into this world to be the thorn on a rose....
Washed away my tears with sorrow, my hands covered in blood.
If it wasn't for the love of God, she'll probably want me dead...me too.
A thorn on a rose with nowhere to go..stuck on a limb, cut me off my misery.
Departed from my vessel. Mother I'll leave you alone to grow wild with no thorns.
lovely poem
i really like this...and your use of adjectives
This is amazing.
beautiful.
so much sorrow and fierce intensity.
I can feel the self hate, the fury, the pain.
you're incredibly talented.