I burn when it is your turn you in reach but distant Guilt devouring demons I am fulfilled being your victim my loved ones can not be you my service is spiritual a goddess need not know of my presence to make use of my offerings
I lay in the grave with you having all but my name I would not have it any other way your happiness is my delightful decay
Reaper”! At her grave he calls in anguish to the air “Bring her back And my soul for you”
The howling wind speaks Only to him “I have heard you She lives again In the room she died You will find her revived The happiness , death stole from you no more No longer She's yours to have and to hold I will come for you this is truth” The wind slowly quiets
Days go The beginning of hope And love again Days go the pain inside ceases to strain
Awaken in darkness to hissing moving ground Movement is restricted Questioning my being here
Slept corpse like , Only answer for still having life This cold cave ,well like entrance In the center Above the sunlight pierces Taunting me If only it was safe to stretch my hands out Due to paralysing fear breath and movement restricted
Ending my torture Embracing the serpents With my last terrified scream
(filling the theatre all notable organisations all anxiously screaming that the curtains be raised.) -lights dim.
Announcer announces The match to continue Gladiators filling Their posts Frail children From Ethiopia and Rwanda Ref signals the match to resume Bang bang Shots fired Crowd frightened Then excited Cheering Bodies drop on both sides Red grass fits the red sunset
Till night (the play ends) When the curtain drops Is death the whore That fucked these children for life.
I'm sick of it Repition for emphasise Sick of it The problem My family How do they make me feel Sad depressed hurt Daily basis I'm confused in this world Powerless so I accept everything Finance ,so close to the street My upbringing life in dirt Yes I'm a snowflower That never got to see the sun When I was young I was trampled on Nobody looked down to notice me To busy counting stars And getting ready to immatate I died ,childhood non existing forced to grow up faster then most But you won't...
My sensations heightens Slow creeper,increasing slightlier or so it seems moments to the climax new conscious born In a conscious being In this process of changing I hold on to The memories of old me Rainbows fog propelling me to utopia ,descending from my feet Its me inside my dreams Monitoring myself from obscure angles Movie like ,dull color self producer sells A bit of what once was you For the new improved or unimproved Renovated mind seeing through old eyes