You reunited with all your devils
And made a beggar out of me,
Begging for love, begging for attention,
Begging for mercy, begging for life to
Stop hurting, at your hands, pain through
Your body, streaming into mine,
Acceleration, yours, the storms, endlessly
Regurgitated in your veins, the orifices of
Sanctimony, I begged, my knees turning blue,
My heart turning to ice, same as yours,
I couldn’t cry no more, I had enough, slowly,
I had enough, of you, there is no cure against you.
I escaped to many places and you would
Run me down, find me, call me back into
Your erected hellholes, my body claimed,
Yours, to touch, yours to curse, yours to
Disintegrate, sent back into manufacture,
Spinning your lies around it, engulfed, taming,
Me, weaving your stories around my voice, the
Theatrics, the suppression of the vocal cords,
Oh father, I watched you lie, I watched you die,
You watched me burn on the pyre you built
After my birth, there must be hellfire before love,
Poison before cure, is that what this is, is that your
Propaganda, I release the rage, you kept it hostage, you
Fed it, it fuelled you, for no good, ever, the landscapes
Infected, turned into wastelands, mould ever-growing,
Spreading, nothing disinfected, I feel you still, when
My love turns to hate, in a heartbeat, so fragile is the thing
You built, but no more, no more, father, my love finds its
Way back, always, not sidetracked by you and your echoes,
My love multiplies its roots, holds on, lets go, breathes and flows,
Resilient, thick-skinned, vulnerable, impenetrable when it comes
To the worst sides of you.
I built a fortress as a consequence to you.
Croque-Melpomene 