Crying Rage (3) - Walking Away

An animal inhuman snarls words onto the page

Visitors laugh and throw nuts, at the beast upon the stage

I cry tears, beating fury at the cage

I am your dirt, I walk around the crying rage.

 

My wrists shackled in werewolf bonds. The movie

Set drips warehouse, as glaring I am bent over

Wearing wolf costume.  My back bared, prepared

For them to ram into me, I sigh and shock them,

For I am almost human, almost a person then.

 

Red with bloodied sweat, I hear curses on my name

Bearing the mockery for them, I hold away their shame.

I give deepest life from dirt and mud, a lover’s theme

They suck from me, and they write their dream

On my back in blackening blood.

 

On a sullen shore I walk away from me

Hurrying, I try not to look behind

In the distance a crying figure that I see

Waves back to me.  I walk away,

I walk away from me.  I walk

I walk walk away from me.  I walk

But cannot walk,  cannot walk

Cannot escape away, away

From me.

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