We are master tailors
Our design is impeccable
Our editing skills have been honed to perfection
By years of correcting and altering thoughts and true feelings
Manufacturing something lifeless
That bears the stamp of approval
Of people who themselves are manufactured
The flame inside my heart
Is going to be reignited
I’m going to spread the warmth
and I’m not going to cage it and burn myself
Because your mask would be appalled
Are you going to make fun of me?
Are you going to sneer at me?
Are you going to ostracize me?
Are you going to bid my blood to freeze, my heart to cease?
Even if you were to bring me in for execution
Kneel me before the guillotine
and I was only 20 seconds away from death
And you were stupid enough to give me opportunity for last words
Even then at the threshold of death I would open the floodgate in my heart
And let the spirit of my words haunt everyone witnessing for as long as they live
I’d rather my body dies than my heart
My soul is a canvas full of cryptic messages.