Compress the wound, bleed:
a new religion across skin.
Men of hypocrisy stand against
The face of a hidden sky.

I need to feel revolution.
180˚ of blended perception,
A patchwork heterosapian,
Tailored to public opinion.

I can't engage without
Drawing back. Recoil
when I feel my lips bleed,
taste the salty denial.

I will kiss democracy goodbye.
Load the gun with adjectives,
Bruise my ego. Better yet,
Spill my secret across the floor.

The ugly truth of humanity,
A bloody mess of lies and hurt.
Bleeding across the canvas:
We are born this way.

I'd rather die on my feet than ever live on my knees- The Lostprophets