You must think me a...

I have heard of those words,

The sour cherry like voices,
And the choking sobs,
From the torn lips of happy men,
You must think you've got me,
Like you've got them,
With the happy tale
Of a life drowned in a forgotten den.

But I say to you, Tina,

Not today! For I am not lost,
Yes, I am a broken warrior,
With the eyes of a starved kid,
And body of a stoned witch,
My blood rises with every trigger,
The pain always lingers
But, I am still way happier.

Yes, the tears in my eyes stings,

And each scar in my body,
Tells a different story,
My body vibrates nonstop,
At the gushing presence of my memory,
Reminding me of my lost innocence,
Still, I stand by word, Tina,
For I do not have a fickle mind.

Though the world around me,

Gets darker at each turn,
That won't stop me,
Not because I can't,
But because my will is strong,
And I always learn from my wrongs
I am not afraid to try something new,
As long the night dawns anew.

Not in this life, nor my next,

Will I be a pawn in your games,
I am the King of myself,
And I have gone through countless hell,
I survived the terror of human life,
And that can't be taken away from me.
Not by your sweet laser tongue,
Nor by your lost seductive words.

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Still yours truly,
Balikis.

Thanks for reading.

Peace be unto those who crave it and more to those who chase it away.