This monster is my Master; it lives inside my head and lurks beneath his hood. Society is blinded for their own sanity, for their own good. Justice is a loaded gun pointing calmly at my face. Justice is a strap that burns my back and my soul with its mighty lash. Justice is the rope that binds my wrists and binds my tongue from speaking the truth. Justice is the false privilege in watching, and not doing. Justice is sword of the innocent that scars my soul. Justice is the false sense of security… Pleasant dreams now go to sleep… sleep in this blood and semen and sleep in the salty tears but always keep it a secret, never speak the truth. I am numb yet this world slips down my skin like a coarse and rusty blade on my skin. Reality is a whore who chokes out the blame, turning outside myself, in this broken trust discarding the shards of glass that have been stuck in my heart for too long.
Lust… my first and my last.
Step into my vision for once… for this I give you permission.
Hear me breathe between the strangled sighs. You can’t see, but now you know your purpose.
Don’t fear me, embrace the pain.
I am deadly and wicked and I have a shameless purpose here.. if only I could find it.
He’s leaving soon but you still can’t breathe this air.
Listen hard, hear my Insane laughing, I am glad I have a partner in this.
I am sorry, I am so sorry.
There must be a reason for this madness.