All Hail, Baal. Our King.A Poem by Stormy Weather
Everyone screams your name, and it reverberates off the walls.
Your name is what they sing, and you smile as you hum along. It makes my stomach churn to watch them build a shrine at your feet. You want the approval as bad as they want yours; it's mutual. Beautiful. Floating through the room, finding every seat. You've never had to be alone. Can you cry? Can you truly cry? Or are your tears full of plastic? Your eyes are so alluring, and they draw me in. Hypnotized, I feel myself losing my mind. I can see what they all see, and I cough up my Insides as I bow to you and bleed at your feet. Would I rather be alone in a dark corner, then Worship you, "Baal?" Would I rather be in horrible pain then suffer Through your manipulation? I want to be noble. I want to say yes. But alas, you have put me under your spell. Fists clenching a throbbing heart, smashing it As blood runs through the fingers and the broken Arteries explode. It's just an organ to you, isn't it? Unless it's your own, heart of fool's gold. You'd be a fool to believe it's real. Can you see how many spirits you've cracked? How many girls who want their heart back? You've got blood on your hands. You pretend it's from saving a life, When it's really from ending one. Your eyes, those eyes, I don't want to be like them. I want to stay strong. But you've stained the pages of my mind. Clouded up my sunny skies. Cut me deep with your blood-stained dagger. Can you let me go? Please? I can't on my own. I'm too weak. Oh, how they love you. Baal, how they worship you.
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