As you sit down with your collapsing breath,
and you lie down with your empty head,
you close your eyes to the darkness
of an eternal silent bliss.
Left all of the agonizing scars and cuts
for the world which their cruelty to forget.
Your braids led the way for an escape.
Your voice gave away all your instincts.
They made you feel like it's your mistake
to create something real, something mystic.
To believe in a freedom with an honesty,
and make all the guilty suffer silently.
To which witches hunt the hunters.
and the curse of whispers and gossip mongers.
The title of a freak, a monster,
but at dawn, we revel with laughter.
