The Prophecy

The Prophecy

You don't belong in the real world

 The real world doesn't want you.

There is nothing left here for you,

And nothing I can do,

All I wanted was to make you human,

But deep inside you are dead,

I tried to make you feel,

I just couldn't get it in my head,

You would never understand.

I just wanted you to love,

But you've been killing for so long

You’ve forgotten what love is,

I guess you were right all along,

You are better off alone,

I cannot save you,

You are flesh and you are bone,

But your heart is only made from stone.

I tried to love you but you wouldn't let me in,

I wanted to save you from yourself

But they said it was a sin,

I would have given body and soul,

If I could only,

Make you whole,

I would have died for you to see,

That there is so much more,

To me

Than this ancient prophecy.

I fought for centuries to stop it all,

But I could not withstand your whore,

I thought that I was strong inside,

But I was only weak,

I believed the words you used,

Believed you when you lied,

I let my heart hear you speak,

I had to choose a side,

But who's to choose; when both are equal?

Which to choose?

I was a hunter,

A beast inside,

But then you came,

Opened my eyes,

Oh why must we fight this fight?

Why can we not take flight?

Do you not feel this love?

Does love not come from God above?

Ah; but you are the devil's son,

And I am just God's slave,

And so they say it must be done,

With love your soul; I set out to save,

It has no meaning for your soul,

I cannot make you whole,

So with this blade,

I will put paid,

To the scriptures that they write,

I will leave them this night,

Leave the world in light.

But once my fight is over,

And you are dead,

I can finally rest my head,

And hope that I will receive,

To my love,

My heart will bleed,

For I love you,

And you love me,

With death,

We will be together,

Fulfilling this ancient prophecy.