Free


The rope around my throat is black
That much I know
I’m dead because of his heartless attacks
The person everyone knows

The reflection in the mirror isn’t my own
It’s a ghost, a phantom, sitting on his throne
His chair of skulls, his face blurred
He stares at me, and doesn’t say a word

Silence speaks volumes, this one speaks violence
Not against people, but against my lack of vehemence
My hands begin to turn gray
Will they wither away?

What do you want? I scream, as the mirror changes scenes

My black and blue corpse, hanging from a rafter
In the background, demonic laughter
His shaky voice, his nervous murmur tell me
“They were right- you don’t belong- and better yet your soul is free”

“You took this life away from me!
How am I supposed to be free?
Hell is not where I should be,
How am I supposed to be free?”

“You wouldn’t have worked out in the world
You just weren’t meant to be whirled
Around from place to place,
do you know what effort that takes?

And your poor parents, caring for the devil’s son
So I recommend you take a gun
Or that noose around your neck
And jump from the highest deck”

He’s right- I am the Devil’s son
I have been no adversary to the evil I have done
I’m already dressed in black for my funeral
No one will care to see me go

I will take this life away from me
I was never supposed to be free
Hell is just where I should be
I was never supposed to be free

The rope around my throat is black
That much I know
I’m dead because of my heartless attacks
I’m a person no one will know

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