Crucified Memories

In the river

Where the blood of my ancestors ran

They dragged me down to cleanse me of sin

They called me a witch because I loved

Because I was kind in a world that was cruel

They tied rocks unto my back

Chanted along singing in victory at the sound of my limbs crushing

Like some kind of sick pleasuring instrument

With no chance to gasp for air they pushed me into the water

Only pulling me out to laugh and humiliate me

I looked over as my lover watched

She did nothing but smile

How cruel…

How resentful..

When did i bury my power to be a slave of kindness

Why did i think they would love me as their own

My mother was right..

To hell with all this kindness

I’ll set their whole world on fire

The way they did to my mother

And her mother before her..

All it took was one scream..

To call out all of the spirits residing in the forest

And when I opened my eyes

The anger within my sockets has manifested itself unto their skin

Now burning with agony

I laughed at them the way they laughed at me

If you keep knocking on the devils door

someone might finally answer

I watched them weep over their kids

The way I weeped over my brothers

Karma flavoured tears rushed through

But its too late now..

I heal my bones and walk to my house

The memories now crucified like lamps on the streets

A witch…

They called me a witch..

Have they no clue of the blood that runs through my veins..

Is this the price you pay to have royal blood..

All the nights the forest fairies cried for me to go home

All the days the spirits lit up the gates of the sky for me..

The sky.. Home..

St michael, a warrior.. Helping these kids survive..

As I watched

Watching over humans Killing other humans..

Stealing from other humans…

How did I ever fall in love with such a race..

How did I abandon my gates of gold

Thinking I would experience love on their hands

Have I learned nothing from history..

Hades.. Is this how you felt..

Falling in love with a person that was never meant to be yours

A different world?

My tears dry and I look up at the sky..

I tell my archangels to take me home..

St Rapheal heals my broken wings

As i am carried home..

They wanted a battle so i gave them war…

I still dont know which one of us won..