Your Heaven is a Lie

A PoemThe poignant printHas pressed itselfUpon my cerebrumSepia ink bleedingThe cells we shareScream in anguishSilenced, windedControlled by themAnother whisperHer Faint voice Only heads his own.HimThere’s alwaysA himFirst underTheir skinsLike they belongedTo himAnd each afterMany facesThe same demonChancersGypsiesFaux gentlemenHad his wayAbusing bodiesManipulating mindsLike no crimeCaptive strangledHis God-given rightBlind eyesSightlessMindlessThe perver...