Fighting battles inside my head
You portray them as farce and dead
Yet you laugh and a vengeance peels from your lips
Let me tell you what lies I’ve decapitated from the many voices pursuing my name,
You may see my pain
But I am not weak
In fact I’ve got many a battle wounds healing as we speak
But you may say what you will
I’d like the change the play and change the bill
Yet we used to play such games hidden away rotting like the old mushrooms from another late sunny day
No I am not weak
You are indeed the weak one who’ll soon find your lips have been sewn as such to hide the dark mausoleum which once held your velvet soft tongue
Yet such words of hate spilled from that very mouth once
I’ll smile for yet my vengeance has been kept fast
I speak of peace but I dare say that hate brews quite fast
So quite instead
I can spread my peace
But my love can’t always be paid back, and received  
I’ll keep tight onto my dreams
A world I’ve built, no pain, no gain, no one to laugh and call you insane.

©Jessica Stull