Who giving you the right,
To judge me when you don’t understand.
How could you?
How could you understand unless you’ve felt the rejection?
Have you ever had every set of eyes glare at you?
Every person tears you down?
Have you ever felt the pain of abuse rape and crime?
Have you ever been the black sheep in the field?
Have you ever felt so isolated
If left to your own devices
You fantasias of razor blades, ropes, and guns.
And all you want is to see the red river flow?
As the cinema reel of your life
Passes by in those final moments,
And all you see
Is the bruising
Tearing, breaking down
Of your free spirit,
Pinned down, cut to fit
The stupid mold of this hierocracy?
You could never understand.
So don’t stand there
And judge me
As I contemplate suicide,
When you are the reason
The sky cries
As our forefather’s look down
On our so called
“Higher society”
Only finding it comprised of murders.
Don’t stand there
And judge me the freak
Lower class alien in human skin
When it is your hands
Tainted with the blood of innocence
From suicide, bulicide,
And any other form of homicide.
Don’t stand there and look down on me,
You murders,
Vampires for the free spirit
Because I don’t believe in
Hierocracy and theocracy
And every other ocracy
Of this society.
And let me tell you something,
One more innocent persons blood
Won’t be spilled,
For today,
The victim walks away.