Silver bullets
Golden crosses
Gallons of gasoline
A stake I am tied to
Put on trial for ******
In every degree
******* judge did decree
I was guilty
Nailed like a false idol
Of worthless prayers
To this imprisoning fortress
Of ropes and tears
Crown not of thorns
But of pen tops and pencil lead
Ink flowing from every pore
This is what you have declared
War on a poet
For the idea of suicide
I will not bow
So burn me upon this stake
Like a Salem witch
**** me for all eternity
Like a plagued hobo
I am a god among you pathetic cowards
Free even in life
To my ideas and ideal scenarios of death
Joker grins surrounding me
As the flames lick at my chest
Crawling endlessly like spiders
Engulfing me with every flicker of greed
I am not dead
I live in the hearts of the disciples
Those unheard, undead poets
Wanting nothing more than to be heard
So give me a megaphone
Let me scream
FREEDOM TO ALL
Into the speaker
Because that is what we are
I will pay the price for them
I will be what unlocks the chains
The modern day Jesus
Burned at the stake for his righteousness
Burned by the suicidal voices
Echoing within the hollow corridors
Of every brain cell