Not for sale.

Caress this soul, come and seize
The purest perfection of its pains
Apply an ointment on the scars
With patience and compassion
You just might be able to ease
The burning of those acid rains
That gnaw on my skin like an abrasion

I used to believe this was a real feeling
I used to repeat this as I was hoping
Somebody would care to pick me up
But watch how fast the time is running out
I am tired of my tongue trying to tell
Many things and words to make it up
I will rise again, for this is why I fell

So go right ahead. Defile with your iris
This shell you can curse or kiss
You believe you will someday tame
I warn you though, this is not a game
Your battles have only begun
If you have your fists, then I have my gun.

June 11, 2014