You're a liar,
you're disgusting,
a coward in lions clothing.
A murderer playing martyr,
an opposite Oedipus,
**** the mother, love the father.
Cry for help,
sing your hymns out of tune,
love the sun and miss the moon.
Compare yourself to flowers?
You're a ****,
choking your lover and filled with greed.
A fowl mouthed, black cowled, red monstrosity.
-red?
No not your hair, it's your blood,
start out a tear,
end with a flood.
You're god now,
in control of your soul
somehow still not whole.
Wash yourself clean,
you're Babylon's *****,
make stomachs turn
and the holy water         burns

              burns

                                     ­                   BURNS

Cut Samson's hair and tie it to your own,
maybe it'll give you strength
to form a knot, tie a length.
Amen,
love yourself,
what's there to love?
You're nothing.
Nothing but rot.

Let yourself go,
breath in the water,
love the burn,
you're gods favourite daughter.