Jeff's Poetry

belief

October 17, 2025 · Artifact

faith, you told me to have faith and yet i never did stop when the river turned red. you saw it too didn't you? my hands covered in blood not mine ... ... you told me it was all the things i did to have that kind of red, not to be angry, to repent. oh how i did repent. change, to me miserable, it was all my fault, had to be for i always believed in you. you were my shiny star, i knew nothing else, hoped ... ... because i was too weak to be my own entity and you bore with me, seeing i could be something one day. squeeze, i became yours to play with though you would always call this game by another name and i believed.

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