intent

 
where are you in the eternal scorn?

I am wrong no matter what
there is no pleasing the pain
it sits on your shoulders hurting me
I see the weight of it but you are too prideful to let me shoulder it with you

you speak loneliness into my life
you don't want me but want to take my happiness away from me
you are jealous because I can feed myself from dust and cobwebs

my rudimentary design is here and well
my fledging attempts at art and language were weak at best
but I fought to awaken on the waves
after you drown me in your own shame

hola, Hallelujah

your bigotry knows no bounds
my moon isn't it ironic you are grey like the brain stem?
planned from night terrors from the beginning
no? in spite of your planning I'm here and free
I intend to see my garden through

despite the weather