I don’t want to understand
How a it feels to maim kindness,
How it feels to scar with words,
How to get beneath your skin,
How to sleep in your marrow,
And wake up outside your dreams.
You can shed your masks,
You can’t fling away your bones.
I don’t want to learn
How easy it is to break hearts,
And cut others with the edges;
How to watch someone die
In life-long death throes.
Naivete is my addiction,
My balm to soothe your lies.
I don’t want to know
How to separate our tangled lives,
How we’ll say our last goodbyes.
I don’t want to see
How a traitor’s eyes shine,
Mine might look the same.
[AN- This was inspired by the Silence of the Lambs and an episode of Tokyo Ghoul that my brother forced me to watch (though I don’t know why they made me feel like writing about a failed relationship).
The horror genre is more disconcerting for me if I actually empathize with the murderer/villain. One dimensional villains have the advantage of making me feel morally superior.
I would never feel like taking over the world to establish my own despotic rule (why do so many one-dimensional villains want that anyway? Being the dictator of the entire world can’t be a fun job. The perks don’t seem to make up for it).
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Image source- wallhaven.cc]