Tyrant Tears

Driven from my eternal sanction,

I have yet to experience the taste of flesh.

But in my chasm you will see,

My rigid thoughts... my fresh tears.

I cling to the thought that I am whole,

When I am separate... I am hideous.

And yet to be something so menacing,

I am still not the conductor of my own junction.

To have them cast me out so willingly,

And see the hate in their eyes... I cry.

For I am not a monster, nay,

A human being... transfigured in a way.

Tears that do not disappate,

They stay with me at hours late.

Ritualism and perpertualism have driven me to near insanity,

And within the common bounds of my mind I shed a tear.

For in the eyes of a child, I am no monster,

Just another ally, ready to be set loose.

Coarse moments that have led me to believe,

All beings are the same... unwillingly free.

I hold no oath or manner to subdue my nature,

Just the lucrativism that inspires my motives.

Serene in nature, but fierce at mind,

Let my inhumanity be my comfort.

Or be it not... to which ever I oppose do me justice,

And let me weep.