inspired by Jeremy Faivre’s 3,149 Days, pictured below
by Megen Berg
Nobody can see
just how bad I’m really bleeding.
The snakes travel through these veins,
piercing my skin,
exposing my pain to the world.
My voice is silenced,
but my scars keep screaming.
What has she done to me?
Her words cut deep,
wounding me like shards of glass.
Every word that crosses her lips like venom,
pure poison to my core.
Her cursed words take shape,
forming prison bars around my mind,
black veil over thine eyes.
Bound by the burning fires of hell,
but frozen and standing still,
no room for me to breathe.
This pain, it cannot stand me,
this flesh it tries to flee.
Free me from these chains that bind me
and keep me from my happy
that seems so far away.
How will anyone save me,
if nobody can even see me?
These demons, they consume me.
These walls, they confine me,
from the world that moves around me.
Jezebel’s New World Order we are under,
queen of manipulation and control.
Her sting has no life left inside of me,
these chains shall shatter and fall,
freed from her evil spell.
Victorious I will be,
for every bee dies…
when they lose their sting.
