preforming for a crowd
does not make you the hero you play
you are the reason
I find so much darkness in humanity
while you preach openly of blasphemous ignorance-
you’re sheltered in your own
the reason we perceive you as such a wonder
is not of your goodness
but of your bold ignorance in your ways
the reflection must show you
so what’s wrong with your eyes?

I needed somewhere to shout into the void
to whisper thoughts of hate
to proclaim love lives in moments
refrain from all lies
grieve for my lost hours
my lost breaths wasted on pity
to further my empty
create through the open black
all this in lines of letters
the only place my true freedom lies