wounded healers
drunken angels
liars who did their best
to keep me alive
and be an obedient slave
but fuck that
they created in me
their perfect enemy
enemy of the state
enemy of god
enemy of tradition
enemy of the bloodline
i am my own person now
no family
no friends
no nothing
just the voices in my head
and the visions in my eyes
i sing my epic lullabies
to the great weeping moon
eat microwave popcorn
in dying winter towns
snow coming down
everybody complaining about the weather
trying to make small talk at the gym
i wish they would all shut up and disappear
i do not long for any company
i’m so fucking tired of everyone
and their pathological lies
i want my own piano
in a beautiful cozy home
fireplace roaring
dogs running wild outside
do pullups in the garden
sleep when tired
eat when hungry
strong warrior of the west
wise wizard of the woods
worship the gods
in mind and body
my glorious mane flowing
as i run naked through the trees
dark corners of the eye spying on me
in brief glances as i walk by mirrors
madness gurgles like lava in my soul
gathering the anger and the sorrows
of harvests long gone
the world will soon once again know
what it means to dance on the edge of forever