Band-Aid

Band-Aid

I use to write about love as if it was something from heaven above. Now that I am older I have seen that it is just a Band-Aid. Band-Aid to put over emotional scars and wounds that go deeper so much more deeper than the surface of the skin. Because as far as the world is concerned you haven’t been made whole until you cut yourself a part with the deepest of sin.

Now I see that a child innocence is no longer considered something to be treasured but something to be feared. Cause what’s more scarier than being told that the world is full of fairy tales only to learn that the villain is really who is followed and revered and that love doesn’t conquer all. Because if love is a Band-Aid I don’t want it. Because what sort of person would I be if I asked for a Band-Aid at the age of 20? Because growing up means that you don’t need a Band-Aid that you let it fester and rot because that’s what it means to be tough. And if you don’t like it then that’s rough. Because when you get older you learn that the world doesn’t serve you everything on a silver platter. And that band aid that you called love becomes nothing more than a twisted excuse of a satire. So again I say that if love is a Band-Aid I don’t want it. Because my wounds are so much deeper there isn’t a Band-Aid that you have that can cover up my cuts and bruises. Because if love is a Band-Aid then what happens when it comes off? You can still see the scar that’s left on the surface mocking you for your weakness. Sure did the trick when you were five or six because back then before your mother blew out the candle stick she said it’s fine everything’s going to be alright. There aren’t monsters under your bed that are going to come out at night. And you trusted her not knowing that she was feeding the lies that she had been taught to tell you before you sleep, because what could a mother say When she knows that there’s a wolf amongst her sheep. When you rest your pretty head in knowing that that Band-Aid would take all the pain away. You didn’t notice how it fell off every other day. So she would put one back on every cut and scrape that you got. Because her child was the only reason she could forget that on her back was a target spot. So again I say that if it love is a Band-Aid I don’t want it because I want to feel the pain that this world has given me because it gives me strength and wisdom to know about the wolf in sheep’s clothing that I pass on the street every day. Because the only way that Band-Aid can help me now is if it takes my eyes shut. So I didn’t see any more of what this world has to offer. Because I tasted Crow, given to me by a snake who already injected its venom into its blood. And in this world you either make your own antidote are you put a Band-Aid over it and tell yourself you’re fine, but if you do that you die. And the rest of us are already too old and broken down to cry.

Signs as strange weather phenomenons

Aries: Fire twister

Taurus: Double rainbow

Gemini: Ball Lightning

Cancer: White rainbow

Leo: Catatumbo lightning

Virgo: Lenticular clouds

Libra: Moonbow

Scorpio: Waterspout

Sagittarius: Volcanic Plume

Capricorn: Morning Glory

Aquarius: Blue jet

Pisces: Brinicle

MEEEEE

Me....to the fullest extent of the law.

Yassss

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Just a few pics my brother edited to make me look demonic...I REALLY like them...