hello
old friend
haven't written
so instead
mind wanders
to the insanity
the calamity
even though
you would take care of me
it's no joke
i was a fool
letting the monsters
overpower me
mistakes were made
lavender and pain
but i decided that i would remain
hello
old friend
it's good to see you
my hand is on the pen

listen
hear the quiet rhythm
the beat, it speaks
only you can interpret
what your heart really means

fury for your force
manifests as a fist in flames
striking through your chest
grabbing you by the veins
feel my wrath
i fight back for once
releasing anger at last

if god was a woman
maybe she'd protect me
there are few lessons learned
in what has been done to me
if god was a woman
maybe she wouldn't have abandoned me
turned a blind eye to injustice
let men repeatedly take from me
maybe if god was a woman
there would be repercussions
abusers would not be able to walk free

i call upon the gods
to free me of my skin
devoured in an instant
hidden until this chrysalis unfurls
revealing itself as empty
im gone
a trick of the light?
no
they owed me a favour

stay away from the man
who makes you dance to no music
and see stars on a sunny day

he’ll make you a fool for all of his treats
promise adventure and all the sugary sweets

then watch him turn from candy, dandelions to rot and disease
lollipops and sand castles to roaches and flees

he’s the master of all puppets
you’re about to dodge a bullet

he’ll have you strung
by liquorice sticks
if he’s good at what he does
he’ll have you turning tricks

he’ll show you who he really is
slimy pool of sludge dressed in men’s clothes
he’s all exposed

before you have a chance to run
it’ll already be too late
he’ll catch you while you’re dumb

he’ll force you to ingest
his wickedness and sins
feel the sensation of needles and pins

so girl while you can
stay away from the man
who feeds you desserts from his hand
and gives you butterflies in your gut
they might just be moths

i thought it was over
the war over my skin
my body a battlefield
his desire to sin
men's hands are so greedy
his fingers soaked in me
his palms burn my body
his touch seeks all of me
but it's never enough
it's getting hard to be tough
im wounded from battle
tired of the fight
it's torture to be alive
in a state only to survive
i am sick of this
i thought it was over
all in the past
but war keeps resuming
he didn't even ask