Alien shed a salty lonesome tear
For doubt that god breeds queer
Deny me for I exist in you
***** thoughts you're feeling too
It matters not who will I kiss
Without labels this life could be bliss
Mental despair clouds this land
Held down by brothers holy hand
Cast aside like a heinous threat
To ensure the higher ups don't fret
Populations shun with righteous shame
Yet we are granted life all the same

The noise of the chaotic world
Tranquilizes my ever cranking mind
Drowning in the screams of the city night
Like a lullaby playing over and over again
Please sweet chaos
Carry me to sleep tonight

Place your hands where my flame burns high
Captured by lies, but trust only me
I'll give you the comfort
You didn't know you'd need
If you feed my demons
They are hungry and looking to feast

Expel your dirtiest thoughts
Into the deepest parts
Of my vulnerable places

The crevices on your face
Form an uncomfortable grin
With unkind eyes
And blood stained teeth
You bite at the sweetest bits
Right into the complexity of human skin

Every time that noose tightened
I grew more and more frightened
Bearer of back breaking weight
Bones chafed left in a weak state
Taken and took rattled and shook
You've become the wicked crook
Thief of my beloved memories

Standing under stormy clouds as they pour rain
Washing my thoughts down filthy a drain
This is where I find myself invisible
They can no longer see my physical
Tucked away, this energy no longer gleams
It's gotten lost inside my illogical dreams

I lie alone in these sheets
While you're roaming the streets, for you
No I will not lower my voice
It's my life my choice, not you
Society stares with judgmental glares
As I walk out the door and away, from you
I do not recall at what moment I began to fall
From a walk to a crawl, for you
Panic stricken as these chains thicken
But noting will hold me, not even you
I see victory within my reach
No I won't listen to others preach on behalf, of you
There will be no apologies in a whispered voice
For making my choice for me, not you
You took away the best part of me
Replacing her with a cardboard copy, of you
I am not clay I cannot be molded in a way
That suits only the needs, of you