Martyrs and Devils

This guillotine is a mirror held out to her own behaviour

Her ashen knees strewn on cobblestone as the villagers gather up around her

The crowd steadily increasing in mass while looking haggard in God’s good grace

She exuded the language of emotion itself in the form of a perpetual embrace

Kneeling below her distorted reflection of a blonde maiden in need of validation

Eyes encased in a crimson tint staring back at her own indiscretion

Never exonerated by the very beings she dedicated her transcendent life to protect

The people believe it is morally applicable to stand by to the social contract

She was made in His image for gender is only fabricated in a physical plane

They gazed at her beauty but were rendered immobile by their own pain

She’s more than a marginalized woman occupying our world and so to give in to temptation,

The distortion dissolves beneath her eyelids before the mirror meets the source of its reflection

The Aggressive Victim

“It felt good to hurt you

To compare my life to yours

To see that I’m in a much better place in my life than you are in yours

Because it stroked my ego

Because sapping your energy fueled me with more Power

Because I finally had a target to unleash all my frustrations on

And I never meant it when I apologized

And I will hurt you again if you give me another opportunity

But despite everything

I wish you the best on your way”

sMiley Returns!

I love how Miley’s new single makes me feel so happy! As an empath, I believe I can feel the emotion that an artist tries so hard to convey in their works of art. She had a rough several years in which she felt she had to prove she wasn’t just this country girl, but then I think she realized that there was no shame in where she came from or even experimenting with a different palette of music, for that matter. If you notice her hair in “Malibu,” you can see where the blonde ends and her natural hair begins again. I saw symbolism in that. It makes me happy to see others happy. 😇🎈😍❤

A Method to his Madness

There’s a method to his madness,

A method to his chaos,

He thought I was a lost cause.

He thought love was weakness.

There’s a method to his pandemonium,

A method to his bedlam,

He thought I’d die by my own hand.

He thought his place was at the podium.

There’s a method to his madness,

A method to his pandemonium,

I am a spirit no longer in need of a medium.

He’ll never know I conquered the sadness.

There’s a method to his madness,

Because of him I strive for greatness!

Good Tidings

Wrapped in silk like an Egyptian queen,

Waiting for a widow to consume me.

A fairy encased in between,

Tormented by goblins I cannot see.

Your arms are like an ocean,

You push me out,

You pull me back in.

I converted water into wine

Just to feel you on my lips 

One more time.

My heart is a drunken concert hall,

And I fill it with you.

Hear comes the crescendo!

Rattling my bones out of slumber!

Good tidings I bring

To you and your sins,

I will forgive

The pain you inflict.