1.

I am an old soul,
if not one of the oldest
to walk this cursed dirt

Queen of the lilies
Call me Mother Earth

I gave birth to
  original sin

I conceived it with
  good faith

Sin so blessed

It heard you
question it’s reason

Watched you
turn to your judgement

Tell me?
How would you know
true beauty if I
never gave you sin?

You took my beautiful sin
You made it so ******* ugly

2.
    
I am the daughter of two
strangers
who never knew the
dangers
of playing the game
of compliance

Relying on the lies of loving
one another to love each other

I am the result of a paradox

On the same day one accepted  
the stranger inside and died

The other died and became the
stranger they had accepted  
inside

I accepted my death in a place
where two rivers collided

Call me miracles divided

3.

Out East they call me
the Wicked ***** of
the West

Out West they call me,
the Craziest **** of
the East

I just want to be the girl
who follows the broken coast

Chasing my forgotten dreams

The girl who never missed
a step
dancing to her rhythmic
heart beats

The algorithmic ***** who’s  
passionate desires calculates
between what she needs, what
she wants.

I just want to achieve perfect
results that get me off

4.

I am the need the wind
blows

I am the warmth in sun
glows
  
I am the shadow of everything
at the fall of night

At first dawn of day

I am the light that chases
your shadows away

I am the perfect imperfection

The Lord above respected my
divine wisdom

He blessed me with his vision
  
Now I am the muse that chooses
the real views of the reality
you perceive.

Can’t you see?
I am the woman of your dreams


5.
    
I am who I am
  
I know
many thing
    
To know the things I know
is a curse and a blessing
    
One thing I truly know
  trust me when I say
    
I know exactly how it felt
when Jesus was asked to  
  save our souls.
    
I felt the weight of the
world on my petite
  shoulders
    
Inch by inch
    
Nails of commitment.            
    
Felt the hammer hit.
    
Tangled hair, wearing a
****** crown.
    
Smiling with my broken
frown
    
Sitting in my break of
dawn garden.
  
Waiting for my City.
My King. My Spartan

6.
  
For too long
I have been
a ghost
singing sorrow
in the graveyard  
where I grew up

Drinking the blood
from the
Philosophers
cup

Trying to fill
my cold    
heart up
And
Trying to repair
the devils
violin

So I can sing
the sirens
song again

Who will I be
when I grow  
up?
    
You can call me culture

It was I
who inspired  
Da Vinci

You can call me
high class
renaissance

I whisper secrets
in-sane
artistic visions
    
With my death
bury me in
Pandora’s chest

That’s where I belong

Don’t save
my grace
No cross
No rock
I want nothing
to mark
my spot

In the graveyard
of Eden
is where
I stay lost