Patterns of Abuse

If I ever find out 

the name of the person

who hurt you 

to make you this way

I will hunt them for sport 

and kill them slowly

Your lashing out towards me

has made me rabid

my first instinct has become

to lash out in response

I can’t interact anymore

without intimidating

Like a werewolf’s bite

I foam at the mouth now

I howl alone at the moon

torn to shreds and left to die

I've healed from your attacks

but still remember your teeth

I’ve had to create a barrier

between how I want to react

and what is acceptable

so I don’t scare people away

but the facade I wear

is only so convincing

Because it isn’t natural

it’s not how I want to feel

I want to express raw emotion

I want to be truly known

but who is brave enough

to not be scared off

I have learned to smile in a way 

that hides my fangs

I keep my mane neatly combed

and try to fit in

but my reactions seem off

and my growl gives me away

If I ever find out 

the name of the person

who hurt you 

to make you this way

I will hunt them for sport 
and kill them slowly

Weapon of War

I’m a weapon of war

and these songs that I sing

are the bullets 

that will bring you down

I’ve never known you 

to get so nervous 

as when you know 

that I’m around

Because the power that

you threaten us with

your jets and ships 

and your tanks

Are worth nothing to you

and you know it

without the complete

control of the ranks

Of universal soldiers 

standing ready

and willing 

at your command

Without them your threats 

are naught

but a sharpened sword

without a hand

I’m a weapon of war

and this war that I fight

is the battle for

our very souls

That you’re always trying

to rip from us

demanding we must

meet your goals

You lead with the carrot

and follow with the stick

to ensure you’ve got

both sides imprisoned

Keep us entertained so

we don’t take the time

to question our

living conditions

I’m a weapon of war

because I recognize

the war that you’ve

waged upon us

But your conquest depends

on us not realizing

your attacks are

directed against us

So these songs that I sing

are the proverbs that 

will prove your

power structure is wrong

While you stand up there

and shout at us

you’ve been propped upon 
our shoulders all along

Intrigue

I romance the intrigue

holding on to the thought 

for as long as it will last

until all that remains

is a fond memory 

of a warm feeling

that I used to get

when I would remember

what I was inspired
by you to imagine