Blood Stained Fashion Sense

 
Draw your sword
Line the blade against my neck
Claim your rights to execute
Do I embody your demons
When everyone around you is a punching bag
Projecting self disgust
How do I measure up on your scale
From lesser to more twisted forms of lust?

When did hate become synonymous with righteous indignation?
Your wrath is an empty will to change the world when your heart is kindling to the feed of a carnal fire
Burn me up and turn me to ashes, call it god as you go through the motions of vitriolic desire

Despise me because I’m different as you size me up according to your paradigm
You’ve got it altogether and I’m just trying to get on your level
Flaunt your filthy rags to trend your soiled garments
When stains are the latest fashion trend you’ve got more style than the Prada of the Devil

Trigger happy insecurities swell beneath your proud look
When your wounds age and your walls are scabs
Allow my back to facilitate your knife when I become the sheath enduring low blows and whispering jabs

We can be so wrong for being right when we devalue in our aim to correct
As inadequacy poisons motive and the will to come against another is rooted in the ways we self reject…