Matricide

I am the devil, same as my forefathers

I am the liar and so are they

Many nights ago the devil trolloped along my bedside

Teaching me to lie to hate to steal, 

But most importantly they gave me a mask

A mask made of ivory 

Taken from a fearful elephant cornered by men 

Slain confused for it not knowing it’s purpose

The task of the men and the mask are the same, to make me look like porcelain 

Oh no presentable 

For you have replaced her midnight skin that glistens above with the stars, 

With an ivory mask

For you have made the Angel hate her skin 

That glistens in the moonlight

For you made the Angel weep at her hips and lips and shoulders 

You made her hide them 

For you have made the Angle hate her hair 

That grows towards the heavens 

You are the Devil.

You are the Liar.

You are the Murderer.

For you have taken the Angel from the heavens

For you have dragged her by chains 

To the depths of hell 

However, the piercing ivory mask is breaking ever so slightly at every passing moment

Leaving her a way to escape

Of course, 

For you the devil have made her your obedient servant