every ounce of faith
poured upon a hopeless case
a shell of who I used to be
a deity controlling me
lofty, swaying hips and a slip of pink mist
pooling, bleached fog
choking down my grin
she's laughing at me
the deity
playing me like a marionette
when power should be divine
my side stinging with ears ringing
enslaving me
the deity
call her what you will
but she
will always
Hate
Cut
and
Count me
she is my mentality
possessing me
an overbearing deity
my face has stopped reflecting me
I cannot see
-vivi
