A free soul, yet a shackled vessel

A winter that never ceases to amaze this fragmented face.      
     
An amazon that leaves a trail of trinkets.      
     
An entrance to her heart,      
a corridor of mayhem.      
     
A quizzical smirk came into fruition.      
     
My mind is showered with thoughts.      
     
Do I value pessimism,      
or is that the color of her lipstick?      
     
How come she's the pendulum      
that swings into this ebony vessel      
of mine, invoking perpetual satisfaction?      
     
"She's just a woman" they said.      
     
I interrupted them,      
"why must I follow the herd?      
There's pain in everyone.      
I value others not by only their      
triumphs, but I measure them      
by the amount of pain their soul      
has had to survey."      
     
They hoisted me up on an onyx wall,      
anchoring my wrists with barbwire.      
Jade venom started to seep out of their      
malicious lips.      
     
"How dare you value a woman.      
They are only good for one thing,      
and one thing only. Mind your manners,      
or we'll mind your death.      
Ye' hear me boy?"      
     
A leather whip that was the color of charcoal,      
coated with miniature nails, with a hint of close      
mindedness;began to strip the complexion out of me.      
     
I'm looking at their movements,      
and how they're attracted to      
my reactions with      
amusement,      
wishing I could just end myself      
with a quick noose, because      
to them I'm a nuisance.      
     
I hung on the wall of defiance,      
gathering my last thoughts,      
before my mental weather      
becomes severed.      
     
I couldn't harbor these thoughts anymore.      
     
Bravery became my shield and sword.      
     
"Establishing loyalty, is amazing.      
Establishing a bond, is death defying      
at times.      
     
Come dress me in your hatred,      
it's been a while since I've looked      
stunning."      
     
Their faces were filled to the brim with      
joy, knowing that I just gave them      
more of a reason to decimate my free      
will.      
     
"Ye thinks he's a joker, okay."  
     
The charcoal whip cracked the upper left      
of his chest, then his spine was abolished.      
     
A lover dying for their individualism,      
a revolutionist was silenced, as the      
sheep herders slumbered another wolf.