Mangle

Mock Execution

I begged to be left alone,
Hidden away and discarded forever,
Frightened-green as a river of dirty algae.
Do not touch me, I have seen too much with you,
And I do not want to fight this war anymore,

Or create a new to-be-broken creed
That I will not kill myself until it is too late
With knives made of my hardened blood
And the ivy growing beneath your foggy forest.

FALSE IDOL that you are,
Let me go like you have not before;
I do not want to fight this war anymore.