Vindictive

They came slowly,
As if in a funeral procession.
Disfigured figures in the distance.
I have fallen in the shadows.

I loved him.
There was a time when he felt the same.
Funny how things change.

Locked boxes behind closed closet doors.
Attics and cellars shut out the memories
Buried, to be forgotten.

The time has come they shall resurface
And all that has known it
Will weep for the lost.

They came ever so slowly,
Like in a funeral procession.
Disfigured figures in the distance.
And I have fallen in the shadows.

I loved him.
There was a time when he felt the same.
Strange the way things change.

Saliva like acid
Burns the back of my throat.
Ignites like a daisy in the vindictive heat,
And the fire freezes.

They gave it a name
But they forgot about us.
They didn't know it was love.

We looked into the face of ignorance,
And it taught us to live in shame.
Hate was ingrained even in us
In the living we all die.

The blind enigma of our connection.
Secret passions of our beings,
I have never forgotten,
The feeling of the dark.

You think you know me,
But you look beyond me,
Speak above me.

You will not hear me,
You cannot see me.
You won't even try!

Take off your shades. Don't be so blind.
See me. See a person.
See who I am inside!

Don't listen to the rumors,
The ignorance,
Intolerance,
Injustices, misjudgments.

I sang a song of freedom.
I sang it loud and clear.
And someone ripped it away
But I pretended it was still there.

He said he could handle it.
It was more than he could take.
He listened to the hate

Slowly it consumed him
And later
It destroyed him.

They came slowly,
As if in a funeral procession.
Disfigured figures in the distance.
I have fallen in the shadows.

I loved him, and
I thought he felt the same.
I hate the way things change.

I hate the way things change.