Escape

You sit and smirk at me like a fool, there is nothing wrong.
The blood from my wounds drip to the floor where it aparently belongs.
Dissatisfied you shake your head at me, like I'm the one to blame.
You jangle my chains in my direction, thinking you have me tamed.

This inferno builds omnipotently from my blinding rage.
Silently I focus it on you and grab the bars of this hell damned cage.
I feel the tremors as the ground rumbles where I rest my feet.
The bars mangle and contort in my grasp from the intensity of my heat.

The darkness in me expands its pitch black flames exponetially into your realm.
The shadows you once cast are devoured by my fire and retreats, overwhelmed.
Bars bend and give way as I burst from my cage like a ferocious beast.
No sense in running, I will consume your pathetic soul, on your bones I shall feast.

I can taste the delictable essence of your death on the subtle wings of the air.
I see the whisps of your shame, I smell your rotten heart, I hear your madness, I don't care.
You shall reap the fruits of poison you have sown in the lives of all around you.
You will cower, scream and cry as the retaliation of your victims surround you.

You will beg, like all of us once begged for some semblence of human feeling.
As you once laughed, we will cackle with mirth as we break you for our healing.
There shall be no judge nor jury, as you created the laws we are enforcing now.
You will suffer significantly by the legality of your own words, to new masters you will bow.

The seething hatred you are enduring was born forth from your devilish ways.
There is no reason for your looks of confusion, pain, anger and dismay.
You are the lord and master of the destiny currently unfolding in your soul.
We will always find you to be certain that you won't ever again be whole.

I wrap my broken swollen fingers around the hilt of the dagger you left in my back.
Screaming, I yank it free, I smell the infected wound and hear the sinews crack.
I reach you and grab you by the shoulder, thrusting forward as you start to turn.
The dagger finds its final resting place, your eyes wide, I'm free from this eternal burn.

The tears I shed fall on your shocked, collapsed, unmoving form.
Tears of joy evaporate into the ether and build into a howling storm.
Lightning cracks and you return to ashes and dust, swirling in the breeze.
I kneel down and gather the shaking, helpless bundle at your feet and breathe.

We do not belong in this suffering world, I have come to rescue my child.
This monster, this beast and her offspring were meant to roam the wild.
To be unobstructed we have wings on our feet that are destined to fly.
We relish the vastness of life and patiently wait for you to wither and die.

Your ashes are thrown like the universe does not even want your remains.
We are no longer your slaves to abuse, no longer bound by your outlandish claims.
I clutch my sleeping son to my chest and lift off to leave this unholy place.
Never looking back, never reminiscing of the tales of your colossal disgrace...


Artwork by Johan R. Botha from Fluffy Blue Cow Studios