as the world trods on

I often believe I embody what is regarded as 

Cancer in this world,

Naivete, foolishness, weakness, 

Plain stupidity

Where my heart on my sleeve

Becomes just another chink on my armor

When did emancipation turn into mutilation?

Kill the woman inside, kill the man inside

Your blood runs too red, too warm,

Cool your veins with antifreeze that tastes

Sweet like poison

I see how you replaced your skin

With steel, your bones with iron, Tell me–

Did it stop the pain?

If I were to go under the knife

And let the scalpel tear flesh between

My lungs and my arteries 

If I feel my blood pour over my stomach,

Onto the floor

Hold my heart still and drown

My soul in sweet, sweet poison

Will it stop?

Can you tell me?

That weakness is not strength

That there is no love, only war

That peace is a child’s game

That your pain was worth my pain

And I am stupid and naive and foolish 

to believe otherwise

I am tired, now

I need you to tell me