i think i know that somewhat ulterior suggestion that you crept into my mind like a vivid rainbow across your face light transmissions offering up your words your image is on repeat and our sentiments are all quite something else always on hindsight on turmoil easily not speaking confused about what we want overexposed to death we each smell detached the way we sound in the distance often too frail to reach inside our beautiful loneliness
I am not my father's daughter; though I have his walnut eyes and raven hair, I don't leave my fury's aftershocks behind to ricochet off my bloodline, and the cracks on my walls were born from cheap paint, not the turbulence of my fists against skin, slamming doors and the echoes of my sins.
bubbling, boiling, the ****** acid sizzles my insides like water hissing as it turns to steam helpless against the fury of a forest fire it chars my throat, tears springing to my eyes
i can taste the salt on my face but all i see is red
mirthless laughter echoes the way black coal smoke billows from the smoke stacks of my lungs
the searing heat of hatred irritates the skin on my wrists i scratch and scratch and scratch until the skin is raw until the skin is broken until the skin hangs off the bone i feel nothing but the rage
giving me strength giving me focus giving me calm
the lava rises, shrieking, into my eyes, pouring from my ears and nostrils, seethes between my clenched teeth and sealed lips
my breathing even, deep, matches the rumble of the cracking earth
and from its core more fire comes evaporating the tears on my cheeks the blood on my arms the rain from the very sky
Longing for the land of my lineage I am dying here, in Beggar Country Here, where fools act the wise Pseudo Intellectualism steadily on the rise Where the disease celebritism has took hold Forced out the tried and true for the shiny yet old Where the idiom The more things that change, the more remains the same Is unquestionably fact I long for Ireland I long to go back
Give me land that's green And rolling countryside Give me tide to rival hell's fury And people that mean well, amid gales so dreary I miss fog Like that kicked up by the mire
Give me land that's hungry Give me people that's tired
You said you were my knight in shining armor, I was blinded by the radiance! I thought you were here to rescue me, Little did I know, you were here to steal! Your sweet talk, your blue skies, they were all a lie, You think I will walk away, won’t put up a fight! You might be a wizard, but you will be beaten in your own game, Truth wins, Always!!