Perdition meets dogma, and we know how that fight ends
Always with the greed, never with the man.
They have their filthy hands out, waiting for the donation
Because sometimes, just sometimes, your soul just isn’t enough.
Had anyone with the required fortitude scaled the walls
Then I wouldn’t feel it so necessary to blow the place to pieces.
You, with your angled jawline and the astute sense of justice
Yet you have never known justice in your life.
If given a dictionary, you still couldn’t tell me what mercy meant
What it really means, to us that have not had it.
Life is like a precarious balance, ever teetering on the edge
And we, like puppets doing as we are told
Doing what is ‘right’ as set forth by a bunch of imbeciles
That we are honestly lucky even had the compunction to kiss the woman they were fucking
Before they wrote the rules of what our behavior should look like.
I remember the first time a man threatened to hit me
I told him if he did that
One of us would be dead
And at the point he hit me
I wouldn’t care which of us it was
But one of us
The first time I came to
I was in an open field with nothing around me
No food, no water, and certainly no people to distract me.
Which way would I walk? Would it matter?
I decided to go East, because nobody goes East.
The second time I was in a room with a man
Swearing his undying love and loyalty to me
I rolled my eyes at him
“Do you have any idea how many times I have heard this?”
Yes, but he thinks he means it, more than any other did.
“If you are loyal to me, then go die for me.”
Chills can take an angry form, have you looked around your room?
Life, such a splendid treat to those of us who aren’t really living it.
But let us lie and tell everyone we are, shall we?
Bookshelves line a room
I sit in the middle of them
Reading this fantastic novel
Where men actually are truthful and loyal to women
I filed it under science fiction.
Shoulders, ever so prominant
In the discerning voice
She never uses in conversation with anyone.
The vestige now broken apart
Piece by filthy piece
By a twist of fate
She was saved
By the damage
The castle that built her.