XII

This is what I've become

You've pushed me too far

I am now the edge of the blade

I am the scythe that death holds

Under your neck

My voice will be heard

My body will be displayed

For I've taken to the audience

I've found solace in insanity

Putting on a show of my own

Below the fireworks of normality

Everyone has always expected

To see a rainbow of bright flares

Lighting up the night sky

But not a girl

Spreading new wings

Crafted from what you've taught me

The metal of carving tools

Glimmering against the neon

of a ceiling light

I've blinded myself with

But now

I'm going to cure the blind

Reverse the fires of the cannons

To let everyone see

The void above

That shows them how small they are

Displays their insignificance

As you have to me

You've pushed me over the edge

What lies beneath

Rests a permanent stain

Of sin and shame

To rest below your feet

Covering your world

In crimson