4.26.23
2:22 PM
Take my hand and fly with me into the night.
Feel our fingers intertwining and know that this is where you’re meant to be.
The stars watch our pursuit into the darkness, looking down upon your ignorance.
You do not know me and you still follow me blindly as if I am God.
I am not God.
My body does not radiate warmth and my presence brings about darkness.
A shadow watches from a distance and follows us along our path.
All eyes are wide that witness the phenomenon of you holding onto Satan’s hand.
Flashes of my true face shine through and you play it off as a trick of the light.
We reach the gates of Neverland, the place where no one grows up.
Bad omens waft from the inside as I grin at you with a knowing look in my eye.
This land is barren, something unexplainable.
You are devoured whole the moment you step inside.
Not even the path you walked will remember your ghostly steps.
Another victim will be chosen.
-Nathaniel Stelchook-Gray, 10
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