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Diatribe on Control
vicelike grip around my skull
steel and leather mask of hate
falling into irreversible pull
of what was never meant to be my fate.
I slave away for the Man
freedom stolen from my grasp
I'll run away as soon as I can
and follow nothing till my final gasp.
words never meant to see the light of day
a child born to forever lose
there was a time I thought I was gay
but was told I was just a bit confused.
Can you see it? The blood red sun
hiding from these prying hands
I'll die in consummation like the famous Hun
who never bowed to their demands
instead I'll break the velvet ropes
tied around these feet so sore
and touch the burning, fervent hope
that eludes my heart forevermore.
Pus filled boils, scraggly scars
the pain of belonging to those despised
soon I'll implode like the elder stars
and give away my future lives.
