Perception of Insanity

How can they judge me?
How can they say I am the problem?
I thought this was a safe world
a place where children could be innocent
where dreams where not crushed 
shredded beneath
trampling feet
stomp 
stomp
stomp
heart wrenched 
straight from chest
held high
a trophy
offered 
to gods of sin
of debauchery 
of pain
of violence
whilst 
shuddering I lay
dying 
upon Pan’s altar.
Noose 
slung high above
hauled
hoisted 
upon your petard
devil in disguise
laughter 
rings out
echoing bells
underlined
screams 
yours
not mine
as I dance
as I laugh…..
Welcome here 
take a seat
I have kept it warm
devil’s bride
demon’s ride
come
let’s start to play.
 
©Feb. 5/21
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