Those veins in my hands,
they show that I work.
These scars on my face,
show I've endured hurt.

My rank remains low,
so  continue to fight.
I must work to achieve --
for the rest of my life.

My muscles protrude,
as they pass, they see.
My work isn't taken
seriously.

Men & women gather,
they stand behind me.
We call ourselves Feminists,
they label us "crazy".

We liberate ourselves,
our minds and bodies.
For like-minded people,
awaken from the faulty.

Our thirst for empowerment has never changed,
our roots are thorough -- where they remain.
I'm given the strength to survive every day,
I live guiltless & unashamed.

What I can't say to anyone, I've always said to you.
Through rivers of uncertainty, we're always swimming through.
Sometimes when I don't feel alright, and feel I want to die,
you give me every reason why I should still be alive.

The last time we met, we gave the worst goodbyes.
I told you terrible things and watched hatred grow in your eyes.
When I began to make amends you were out of reach,
I began to panic, a connection I beseech.

Untimely was your death, unruly were my words.
After so much time, who would've known it would still hurt?

I don't believe in Heaven, but did you die at peace?
Forever will I live my life, asking "Kim, do you still hate me?"

Each word she speaks,  lives filled with emotion.
Her body moves, like the flow of the ocean.
A shape which fits her character so.
Her eyes that glisten, all richly aglow.

With her hair so smooth and lips so soft.
It isn't what moves her up to the  top.
The top of the pyramid of lovers.
Who all (at a time) once loved each other.

Inside her, is a love that could never die.
With passion, ***, & fiery eyes.

A cage that can't be seen of felt,
has trapped me in this place.
A being unseen tortures me,
for my ponderous disgrace.

I wait for her voice to save me,
from the venal wicked space.
As vials of bitter anguish fall,
I drink them for their taste.

When I growing jaded, this night reveals.
It has not left me even a second, or any time to heal.
Repudiating my sponsor's revival.
STRIKE! ARISE! We await your trial.

Or maybe I should save myself?
And fight alone, not need her help?
Will I only wander aimlessly,
Like planets on an asteroid belt?

Be free, take charge,
& maybe I'll get hurt.
For every life consists —
of lessons to be learned.

I was young when you attacked.
Young and hopeful, taken aback.
You told me I would die like you, and do things I'm not meant to do.
Then, I couldn't comprehend, why you'd meet your untimely end.
Inside me it began to stir, strange things I suddenly remembered.
Another me? From a different time? Or maybe later down the line?
I was calm, and I was fierce.
Goodbyes were often insincere.
I left my wife  and child behind.
Because of this, they would die.
I was torn, but I was free.
They had not known what happened to me.
I was less than they deserved.
A conjecture, but still, ahead of the curve.
So I went on to see you again, I wonder what this visit contends?
I enter without warning, but here you are, prepared for me!
Your friend who stood behind the door, I dealt to him the killing blow.
I then began to feel regret, but wait! I haven't finished yet!
I wrap my hands around your neck, there and then I felt content.
A soul can't leave your lifeless shell, omega on your way to hell.
If I could watch you die again, I'll do it from my ink and pen.

Take her body, squander her soul.
**** her mind, remove her control.
Take her eyes, so she cannot see.
Take her voice so she cannot speak.
Burn what little hope she has.
Take her peace, they'll remember her as: crazy, chaotic, ******, pyschotic, foreign, and mystic...
Despite how she fought it.

Corrupt her memories, pervert her art.
Take all she has left, and rip it apart.

When she's gone, tell the world how you loved her, but not how you hated, berated and destroyed her.

Not to die, but to reclaim life?
That's punk rock as ****!

What about your loved ones?
NO! What about YOU?
What do you do for YOU?

You can beat this, but what if you don't want to?
It gets better, but what if that doesn't concern you?

You never asked to be conceived, and born, they can't respect your autonomy.
I'd **** myself before any man, any judgement or any disease.

I never decided how or when I would be born, but someday, I WILL decide how I die.

Suicide is punk rock, because you ARE your own god.