And The pain ceases not
My limbs in pieces rot
Torn apart by her splendor
Her truth triumphs over my falsehood
A life of being misunderstood
shock to the system to experience love this good
To safety I’d like to cling
I’m terribly afraid
But I’m ready for my butterfly wings
To be displayed
What will make this itch
At last subside
Psychological destabilizing
Tyrant king condemned to death
Inner kingdom facing an uprising
I deliver myself my own last breath
I am both the sword
And the neck it teases
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 