Hear me friends who think me brash...
I speak of beauty as much as ash...
feeling things that cant be spoken
least your eyes and ears be broken
as much as hearts that would bleed
souls that would burn with need
but being not fed at all
wishing me to not make you appalled.
Should I yield to your suggestion?
save you from some indigestion
keep you safe from the demons I know
and speak only of heaven where you long to go?
Should I pretend to be a stranger
or maybe even seem to you a shape changer?
to fit a shape you understand
sharing only heavenly things planned
I can't stomach it, I've had enough,
I can't write such hypocrisy or bluff
leaving you with a taste that is sweet
when that isn't where I've placed my feet
I did what I had to
I only rue
that I'm not understood for all of that
in verse one might smell dead rat
the ones I have chased and battled throughout life
I smell of blood and strife
I mean no harm now
I can't bathe as some and not smell like cow
I can only warn and disabuse
teach some how to avoid the sewers
places I know from my hunting days
shine a different type of sun's rays
explain where I am from
bidding you not to come
It seems my purpose in life right now.