Son of Sodom

I wasn’t ready to die. My life was stolen By my own hands. Your employees failed you They couldn’t mold me. Your words were not strong enough. And every time I tried to justify my actions, They tore me down, saying it was your hand. Every time I felt some joy being me, You break my dreams And start to suffocate me soul. No one has seen you for a while. Your magic tricks have ceased. You now allow for them to speak, And hate, and spread rumors, They trick, they organize, They benefit, in your name. They threw their fairytale at me, Expecting it to grant my wishes To become perfect, the way you wanted. But my life was not that way. And I tried to explain, But was hushed. And by my own hand I stand before you, As you now deal me my sentence to further injustice. Where were you when I was in pain? And yet you still come to judge. I fucked up. I know that. I just needed my time to explain.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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