your empty paradise of pleasing pain

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Back to my tiny apartment in the alien land
There could be no food
No money
No electricity and
No friends
But there is always peace and freedom to be happy

In your own so called paradise
Tea mugs and bowls of fries clash the Roasting chicken kills the cupcakes aroma
The large bathtubs and large bedrooms
Light and AC everywhere
A herds of maids all over you
And a hundred moving in and out

But it feels so empty nonetheless
Cause you feel so powerful
Oh dear mother!
All your subjects have only one dance
The dance of the only musician playing her tracks

Your tender mind
Your friendly smiles
Your humourly simplistic way of acts
Your caring loving other side
Are all just one aspect of you
That cover the others in large sheets

To your tyrannical tracks we lost our freedom
We lost our voices!
We lost the simple right to reason!
The right to decisions or to dignity!

I have suffered...
Right from childhood
Every relation was of oppression
Every thing I was made to cherish were the pleasing painful ones

I still wander
How could I be
So proud of being part of an empty paradise of pleasing pain

And you would blame me
When I chose to opt out
To free myself and go my way
Don't judge bad people
If you're so immersed to know
Then ask the reasons behind their deeds

I never wanted to go astray
but You never wanted to know my wounds
All you ever see are my scares
You jump in and tell them as yours
Yours are of blades and mine of swords
You don't know that
Because I cover half and a quarter
So as my black deeds
Are only worn in my dresses
Don't cry my evil
It's your reflections

For every tear I shed is blood
For every blood that flows is flesh for every flesh cut is a whole heart in return
And for every heart broken are my blades, my barrels and a thousand grenades ready to blow
In my full armor of shining steel I will hurt you
In my pretty painful naive hard smiles I will hurt you
In my blazing fire gotten from the hot hands you clinged me with I will hurt you
In your empty paradise of pleasing pain I will hurt you ...

I will hurt anyone who hurts me no matter what
You have hurt me right from age 5 no matter what.

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