My Idol

I was lost in the wind, a soul without a face

I'm leaning on anything that could change this dreadful fate

A shell hollow that could break from your fragile touch 

Malnourished by affirmation as my ribs touch 

Deep in the abyss of my soul fervour, 

My substance is filled with sorrow forever. 

Then, out of the shadows, she came

Offering me salvation from my very pain

She said all I ask that I demand 

I demand your allegiance 

I demand you take a knee

Pay your tithing if you want to be with me 

I fill your chalice with the sweat of my work 

Along with my blood fighting, those who wanted you to hurt

Nourished by my sacrifice, I strengthen your life 

Not seeing a change in my own miserable life

You say I bring change, so you break me down 

Shame me into submission to you and everyone around 

Gangraped my identity after beating me to the ground 

There is no fight left, nothing is found

There is no struggle no longer a shout

I see myself fade, eyes close, lights out

You build me up, you mould me in your image

A clown with a juggling act, the joke of the village 

Painted on tears with a smile, I assure you I don't need it

But with her ego, I continue to feed it

Codependent and fear of abandonment 

She pulls my strings til she is done, and I live lifeless in my entanglement 

So it is and forever more

"That the paradise of the rich is made from the hell of the poor."

Nevermore.