Writing || My Dear Angel

[zavodilaterrarium]

I know I felt conflicted about this piece so I hesitated on sharing it, but this was back from the 17-18th of October 2025.

Also, I don't know if I ever said it, but I'm not religious.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Archive Warnings: None
Fandoms: None
Categories: Gen
Relationships: Unspecified Narrator & Unspecified Subject
Characters: Unspecified Narrator, Unspecified Subject
Other: Manipulation, Lying, Unreliable Narrator, Unhealthy Relationship, Implied Politics, Death as a Metaphor, Slavery as a Metaphor, Christian Imagery as a Metaphor, Mutilation as a Metaphor

Words: 325

Summary: I'm the only one you need in a world of corruption, even if I have to change myself.

Notes: I suppose I must have felt a bit... frustrated, at the state of the world once again lol

When I look at your frustrated face
I know that all you want is revenge
They dug a grave for you
And cremated your dignity
As the dawn breaks for them
Dusk drowns your world
I wish that I could sing you to sleep
But each night is a different agony

No rest for the wicked
No karma for the virtuous
Who's right when I'm wrong?
I'll make a monster out of you

Our greatest enemies are those who swear no allegiance
It's getting easier and easier to understand
Exactly why you hate them
I promise that I'm on your side
Have I done you dirty yet
With every day that I change?
Morphing into a demon with human expressions
I'm the only one in which you should confide

Those devilish rats still act like saints
Plucking each of your feathers
And making a cape from your skin
With not even a word exchanged
I'm here to plants the seeds of our revival
But that glare you wear kinda stings
Please reopen the gates to your heaven
Let me recover from the hurts I've feigned

Yeah, let's indulge in the story I'm writing
Where we both win in the end
Even though I've never tried that hard
And you've never been that lucky
Nevermore, never before
This moment we're in is brand new
Today's a great day to stab someone's back
But I'm starting to hate feeling scummy

Ah, what do I gotta do to repent?
What does your God say is my punishment?
I haven't grabbed a shovel yet
Can you reduce the sentence I serve?
All my crimes are just thoughts
Meticulous plans that never left the garden I grew them in
Being your slave's sounding real good
Independent integrity's a learning curve

No rest for the wicked
No karma for the virtuous
Who's right when I'm wrong?
I'm a monster on your leash

Oh, can you make an angel out of me?