Death to my tulpa
︎︎︎ Sam Cooke
︎ Oct 2, 2025
My pilgrim has a pretty knife
She counts the days with ash
She made me in the lab
of her adolescence
War colors for no reason
War songs make her smile
Cathedral addiction
makes her hate God
makes her build churches
united against tyranny
of her former guardian
Finally she knows
I am the reason her alter
is always shattered
Late summer flora fecundity
She can almost taste a future
without ice in her veins
I don’t know how to be myself
so she lets me linger
She laughs because
I am cured of insanity
She counts the days with ash
She made me in the lab
of her adolescence
War colors for no reason
War songs make her smile
Cathedral addiction
makes her hate God
makes her build churches
united against tyranny
of her former guardian
Finally she knows
I am the reason her alter
is always shattered
Late summer flora fecundity
She can almost taste a future
without ice in her veins
I don’t know how to be myself
so she lets me linger
She laughs because
I am cured of insanity