constant change between trauma and cringe

// he/they //

[cantthinkstraightcuzimnot]

TW// implied CSA

To Deform A Lamb

and when my eyes glanced at your figure shadowing by

i was a lamb once again

child and naive

had your black stains been on my white coat for too long to remember

eyes wide and empty by the void you gifted me

trembling under my long lost pastor

not pretty nor innocent anymore

distant from the shared memories you have purposely engraved in yourself

now standing at you with my deformed soul

skull spiked under my skin pushing against my sockets

the lamb’s vain attempt at making its own eyes fall to dirty hooves

because if i don’t see you

you won’t loathe the abhorrence your past creation is.

[cantthinkstraightcuzimnot]

I'd rather rot in hell for the eternity instead of lowering my head for a god that allowed all of this