What if

What if want more than this petty life 

of human exhaustion gives me? 

What if I have dreamed 

of Angel fire and demon song? 

What if every hope I’ve asked for left me cold and broken, 

what if I find out this whole time that I’ve been wrong? 
The doubt is mine 

the choice is mine–

the way you twist 

the knife is mine. 

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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