A regular day,

The Sun was furious,

The Moon had nothing to say

To those who were curious.

I fought with demons,

I traversed foreign lands

And stumbled across this particular region

With dried crimson colored blood, on my hands.

The God who resides here

Asked: what is my purpose?

I trembled with fear

And told her what my worth is.

Worthless, I felt

Despite the words she said,

The blood I shed, I smelt

The fervid lies covered in red.

Click Clack BOOM!  I came back 

To a safer place,

Begging her to leave my mind intact,

The God of this land, laughed in my face.

Why?  Why must I feel this way,

I asked.

She said you wouldn’t like what I say

Either way, remove that pitiful mask.

Tearing this mask from my flesh

Left an ugly scar across my face,

The pink tissue felt fresh

Now there’s no more time to waste.

I cursed those who deserved to be cursed,

I blessed those who consider me one.

If I am cursed, there’s nothing worst

Than being on the receiving end of your gun.

Say goodbye to the ones you love

And the ones you never said it to,

For once I pull this seven pounds of

Tough love, there’s no one who truly loves you.

Except me.

See you again next week.