The Birthing Stain
Stained by your eyes
Haunted by that twisted, puzzling smile
All the little weird words you said
Take on a horrific meaning now
Squeezing your hand tight
Are you laughing, all of you, laughing
About me now?
How?
Watching you watching me
Hunted, degraded, violently
Angry.
So tired
Release me from this freak-show game
Is it wrong to be born this way?
Sit around in a sad little ring
You pathetic things,
And blow your brains out over my body.
I hate that I feel stained by that touch
Hate that I trusted you so much
So wrong
Handprints all over me, like a bad dream
The stain of your talk, your twisted, narrow thoughts
Seeping into my blood,
Gluing my eyes shut
Gotta run from this rot
But the cycle drags me back and spins on and on
Scared, banging in the hollow of your clenched fist
Stained by your shadow, your glance
Scorched by the ruthless heat of despair
I scream silently, numb shrieks wander the air
Stained by you
And all the shit that you do.
What if I raised my hand
And shot arcs of lightning?
What if I were merciless, psychotically un-empathetic,
Narrow-minded, vilely smiling?
Insecure, violent, oppressive
Blinkered and blinding.
What if I were just like you?
Oh, insipid childish beast in our homes
Fiercely protecting your rusting throne
What would you do?
