These thoughts so wicked, course through our veins, like riding a stallion and losing the reigns
They come down upon us, like an angel of death, the taking of life before its first breath
An act so unhinged, wild and free, like the death of a star, it’s a sight to see
Both horrid and gorgeous, you stand awestruck, never turning away, yet full of disgust
Yet you shun these feelings -- having been taught, but in a moment so pure, you’ve likely forgot
Loosing a display that's most unfitting, your peers be ****** ‘cause you’re unwitting
And so they say, you’ve no self control, shaming you back into your dark, damp hole
Thus denying yourself, due to what they say? More than a pity, it’s a crying shame!
But I'll not be burdened by these pretentious *****, for I'll see them in hell, and goad their disgust
With a species so elegant and beautiful as ours, to shun our emotions is like shutting off stars
In a night sky, once "oh so pretty", remains nothing but space and a white noise emitting
So let yourself go and shine once again, giving no headway to those who pretend -
That they're on a new level -- beyond comprehension, paying their true selves no ******* attention
While they die of a death, so silent and slow, they'll take their last breath, and not even know
original: 07/16/2011
edit: 03/10/2012
Edit: 10/01/2018