Out Of Shadows

Born into this life, welcome to this strife.
Only to feel cursed, day after day.
Lies of cowards conspire to lock me away.
Haunting my fears that bring inner strangulation,
coaxing my tears to bring outer tribulation.

To always feel displaced,
by those who were disgraced.
Childhood days turned pitch black,
always feeling knocked off track.
False safety, they got me to isolate.
Family ties, only serving to desecrate.

Only to drip your toxic world down my throat again.
All those nagging pains, trying to form my chains.
My heart is bleeding, feel like my mind is breaking.
But I'll never be yours for the taking.
You can try to control, but you'll never have my soul.

Tormenting me through my every fear.
I'm still bleeding here, until you disappear.
But I only become more strong,
even though I don't truly belong.

Into my mind it comes rushing, like all my dreams they keep crushing.
Like infected intuition dripping cyanide into my mind.
Old ways bring suffocation, but I won't leave me behind.

Like nightmares invading into my every waking day,
Endlessly searching for myself as though I've gone astray
Sometimes, shutting them out with my eyes squeezed tight,
was the only way to make it through the night.

Don't want your golden lies,
they bleed my heart until it dies.
Fake kings crowned with lies, they try to mask it.
But I'll let them die in their golden casket.
Like bitter ground that swallows fast,
but there's dying warmth that brings peace at last.

Like fevered dreams, like suicide screams.
But I'm not here to pacify your demons.
More dead than alive, and yet I still survive.

Dreaming of this bliss, I won't succumb to concrete kiss.
Grieving loss in my isolation.
Weaving new things through this incantation,
not wanting their every temptation.

So call me a heretic,
because I'm not synthetic.
To tear down your temptation,
the heathen finds redemption.
In ashes borne of old, I find my salvation.
To see the fruition of my premonition.
So much for me to regain,
time for me to heal my pain.

Like desire burning up in holy fire, but bringing clarity
Knowing my gifts are a rarity.
Burning words of my invocation,
to feel my spirits activation.

I'm not one you will bastardize.
Because my truth I now internalize.
and finally open my eyes.
All your trappings leave my sight, and I step into the light.