Shamed from
Liberation
Abhorred
This blasted face
Eyes wide and cruel obliterate

A wretch
A writhing beast
A reviled bastard soul

But on what grounds have we to don
The robes of condemnation?
Those colored worthless in our eyes
Worship the image we paint
Embracing it with self-disdain

Lips curled with indignation
Such disgust
For those who act the part for us
That none were meant to play

In turn,
you clothe yourself with scabs…

…and serpents for your crown
A wicked light in the eyes
Ashes in your mouth
Beyond
The dead
The damned
Are we
Gone

We are stone

Stone
We become
The accuser
Stricken, immobile
Ugly, without hope

A ripple
The attention
Of the unwanted one
Casts its frigid glair
Upon liquid glass

And now we break into a trance
A deadly staring contest
No punches pulled
None overstated
Blighted,
was the view that I
Haunted
my ever-waking lies
Self-condemned
no amount of mercy can
forgive
what never was sinned
Now a real and bloodied image
Awaits the call

Come, look into the pool
Come, look in
You hear my voice and you see my face
Don't pretend that you don't know...
Don't know my name
I know yours...

Transfixed, not terrified
Once the waters call
no turning away
See me...see me

No more serpents for your crown
A wicked light in the eyes
Flickers out
Ashes on the ground
The image drowns

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