Fool -- Poem

Author's Note- This one is probably my favorite poem I've written, this or either one you all haven't seen yet. This was something I wrote in a deeply disturbed headspace, one of those things that are written entirely by the Rats without my rational input. I wrote it after things ended poorly with the girl that was mentioned in Letter 8(its a whole thing) and was originally written on the back of a letter I gave to her, but I was able to rewrite it from memory, with some subtle tweaks of course.



Fool


The fool of porcelain dances on a razor string

He dances for a mob of rats

They jeer and laugh at him

All he will be is a fool to them.


A light stops the dance

The light is too bright; the fool shields his eyes

The porcelain fool meets an angel

Her razor binds slice her flesh


The fool is awestruck

The fool cannot think

So the fool of porcelain dances

The fool of porcelain performs of his own will


Wings of gold unfurl from the razor wire

Blood of gold stains the porcelain face

And yea he dances

He dances for an angel that does not care


The angel curls into her binds

The mob laughs at the fool

The angel has chosen her razor wires

Her ichor still warm on his face


He is a fool.

A fool of porcelain

He dances for a mob that hates him

He dances against his will

The fool cries

The mob laughs


A fool he is. 

A fool he will be.

A fool he always is.

A fool of porcelain

Forever and always.

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