I am One

by Occult Fan

I was deeply abused

I am hyper-intelligent

This

Should be interesting

Interesting

beating at your door at midnight

rain of ever pouring down

the sun will hide from us

until you do let me in

sweetness in your heart

finally you can see

just what it is to be me

I am the only one

left who can control

this self of mine

sweet you are to arouse your eros

towards my own prosaic museum of dreams

or was it the mausoleum echoing screams

those bodies ringing bells

still fresh and kicking

waiting for hungry new flesh to feed them

I am one

he is one

she is one

I am one

but never alone

for the trees

are a forest

and you are with me

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