Nysa/Poems

Jezebel
With a scarred body, born was I 

So was my brother 

''Or at least I think we were born. ''

He held me back, a solid rock 

With gentle eyes 

And I killed to serve our unknown god 

So he wouldn't have to 

With a scarred heart, I met our god 

So did my brother 

He had a gentle heart, though 

''Or at least I think he did. ''

We lost each other that day 

Lost ourselves, too 

In the faces of that ancient being 

Death as a punishment.

...Or at least I think it is.

Nysa
Torn dress and muddy feet and exposed scars 

Tainting a vivid world that I didn't remember how to 

Process

Until the man with the stern face and sad eyes taught me 

He gave me pink glasses to see 

I saw a lovely world 

It was kind 

''It felt strange. ''

I missed somebody, but all the things I learned 

Were so wonderful that the past never really 

Mattered 

I stayed by his side from then on 

Listening to his words and seeing a world 

A world I don't think he sees too 

A safe and beautiful world passes by as I watch 

Through my rose-colored glasses.