DaisyMaisie

I pray to a God I have never seen, who lives in a world that has never been, to save my heart that has never felt, from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt. My feet step on grounds no men stepped before, my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore, yet it does not kill me, does that mean, that I am immortal, or that I've never been? I pray to a God that may not exist, while the iron shackle tears up my wrist, to tell me the difference of being and not, to show me the memories that I forgot. My mind flies to places nobody has reached, to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached, spots on the dark, they're not even light,