-Nightmare

Around 8 in the evening,
Johnson had woken up screaming,
Because he underwent a nightmare.

His soul was in deep distress,
So  he attempted to suppress,
What had just given him quite a scare.

What on earth did Johnson see?
Haters of Christianity,
Burning in hellfire and in despair.

I love it.
But grow trees to adumbrate it’s anima.

To force a mascaraed upon its glow.
Tarp my elation for it.
It’s guttural.
I feel my definition eave when I do it.

Alien cliques called societal norms.
Make such a scintillating activity, abnormal.
I hurt no one through such a cosmetic lust.
Fabric is not a great medium for harm.

I cringe at such struggles.
For gender roles and such.
One shouldn’t care of what other think.
God knows I’m a hypocrite to state that.

I want to share my “taboo” with someone dear.

I need to.

Anyone who struggles with personal enjoyment.
Doing things that are no harm to others, but are considered deviant.
I would love to leave you with a quote.

“I am human, nothing human is alien to me.”

Where whatever clothes you want to.
Love whoever you want to with their consent.

isn't it strange that everyone likes the words that i hate?