My Pond
Every girl is a woman
every woman a pond
In my pond of solitude
I become but a frog
In my monstrous reflection
I damn the wand, the witch, the evil
who made me, me
Damned I've become,
by my own will
Is it a damned cycle
until the other ponds dry?
When the rest of the fauna
comes running parched?
I fall in love, in debt,
with a fly
Yet my hunger strives,
and I'm once again all I have
Damned I've become
for my own nature took stance
I ruined my chances for wings,
which were never mine
A man came to rinse
the waters are green
Perhaps he likes green
silly me thinks
I opt for my best shade of life
Hoping in me,
he sees not a disguise
I speak and he looks
in fear and disgust
I flee from my pond
what a bastard I snuff
No pond is the same
my pond holds my pain
I'm not a free bird
I think I'll just sit here and wait
If I'm ever back
I'll calm it's waters,
undamn it's reflection
Maybe even admit,
that in it lays my salvation
For a girl, a pond,
a monstrous reflection
Are all me,
in their many vibrations
Consume the fly,
disgust the man
Nothing matters if in my green
I feel at lack
So damn the damnation
I love my reflection
My green,
now dissolves into the pond
I'm now of flesh,
of soul and bones
In the gaze of my lonely reflection
I've came to imagine,
an unlikely perfection