I am

Who is to say… who is to hear?

Restless screams of the dead

Grope and lie, snatch the very meal from my plate


If only you had asked… I would have given….

Given my very last if only to spare you

If all these truths where but my bodily organs

Then you would surely have poisoned me with your blasphemy

Surely you know the smile of a blade steered in the back

Now driven to madness as soul medication for open wounds

Ashes take many shapes but dust it will remain

I am to say, yes I am to know…. So now may you listen

Even though you my not see what I am about to tell

Realize that no man has ever heard a word I have shown

But may your powers of observation stem the paradox of this reality

From a single vile, needle, or even a rusted blade to a wooden crate

I am persecuted for my inadequate inadequacies

I am with out a doubt or even regret wrong above all

But wrong only in the eyes of the generously vindictive primate

So if it may be that I am a sin if only for my differences

Point stated, point not acknowledged…. Revoke if I may

I am awaiting your chalice of zealous rebuking

Vigilant to not hesitate upon the task of your retribution

Appellant of injustice to my serene abomination existence

To such accord you serve verdict upon a life you pay no homage to

As if on a night of dreadful direful ominous caliber

You were tainted by my name resolved on your tongue

If all may I ask why you speak of that you do not know

And why it is you do not know of what speak

As if to say you have or even share a part of my conviction

Do you even know the name or meaning of my acquittal illness

It is expected of you to categorize and convene upon my cadaverous catharsis carcass

Capriciousness captivating convalescing cordial copious cancer

And to such things eradication is inevitable

I am wrong so I am to be set free of my madness

I am a testament of those who would be denied

I am at peace with all

I am free from your judgment

I am no more, Yet more than you will ever be.