Inside the Madness

I'm grasping onto freedom with every step and turn,
Ignite the flames of vengeance, lick the ashes as it burns. 
I am not a stranger in this desperate angst of need,
But, oh, my darling, I accept when it's time to glean the weeds. 
Kiss me as I exit with a sway about my hips,
A pride inside my march, and a smile on my lips. 

I'm tossing out the garbage as I'm skipping down the path,
clean the bitter anger, spray a bleaching on the wrath.
I'm just an ordinary woman if you listen to me sing,
Oh yes, I pen the poison when I let my fingers sting.
I crawl beneath the meadows where the angels gift their tears,
Shine the light of magick as the mysticals appear.

It's not that I'm accustomed to the ever flowing rage,
or the moments when the children let their sadness disengage.
I let my burdens lighten as they sink into my skin,
Sweating out the passion as the loneliness sets in.
If this to be my lifetime let me float into the next,
I press the thorny roses to the scars upon my chest.

I came here as an infant, born into this life of pain,
and if I could return, I'd let the bruises kiss again.
I giggle in the rafters while the rabid whispers speak,
dancing with the Mother as I watch her dark eyes weep.
Take me where the flowers bloom, where blissfulness unfolds,
where butterflies kiss my eyes, and crystal raindrops float.

I'm back again, inside your head, inside your Master plan,
I slip beneath your heart beat, read the ridges on your hands.
Tomorrow, how I wish for night to pass this moment on,
return to where the cherubs dance and sing their lilting songs.
I'm skipping now, across the plains, I'm swinging from the trees,
Until they come to rape my dreams and haunt me in my sleep.

~Vennie

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