freedom of expression
is my scared right
who are you to fetter and bond
threaten and dare
cut my voice
this is my song
and i wish to sing
the way i like to bleed
where my words are king

you are mistaken
believing that i write
because you bleed
my words are for my blood
so please leave me be
with my demons & fantasy

you've severed my freedom
for this, the last time
i will never be silenced
for neither a dollar nor a dime

how am I supposed to distinguish
between your fact and fiction
every word dripped from your lips
an intricate fabrication of intent
every facet you choose to show
shrouded in doubt and heresy
do you even know who you are
among all these pieces you revel in

why was it necessary
to subvert and undo
the kindness she showed
which arose from a good place?

why is it necessary
to pull your halo over
betrayal of love and trust
now that she's gone?

her lust for chaos and destruction
remains equally consuming
as her lust for creation

light bringer lucifer
sink below the horizon
treacherous and wild

her skin crumbles, fragile against the flaming inferno in her soul

how can it be
that you shiver, so violently
in the silent presence
of an empty vessel

veiled in shroud spindled of deceit
by his venomous heart
spiders lay their eggs