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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