a fatal fantasy/phantom.

you're a darling in a dress who likes dancing with the devil

you wait for the witches and appease the apparitions

their incantations are your strongest temptation

the way they tease you and tell you how good you are

you chase the mirage and wonder why you weren't rewarded

acting as if the arches of the rainbows would lead you to gold

when in reality you followed the path of a painful plague

whose toxic venom will never escape your vain

you beg and you plead for someone else to fall on their knees

as you did for them, but in the end, they never do for you

you’re the girl that gives, the one who pours from an empty glass

and though you’re all grown up now, you continue devote

your time and energy to people and places that don’t keep you afloat

daily you drown under the deluge of your own tears

wondering why you’ve stayed with this for years

yet you still reach out to the rainbow’s arch asking for a coin

because deep down you are still the little girl in braids

the one who ran around afraid of ghosts, but now you chase them

for you dance with your devil, the one who calls your name

your mental mirage deceives you, as does your demon

but you always go back with that same empty glass

just hoping, just wishing, just praying someone would fill it