Gravity is drawing me down

suppressing me within

with their black and white visions

of what i should be

dragging me in

holding me in place

while they try to pick me apart

adding the missing patches of domineering opposites

inside these withdrawn lines

where is the complexity?

they are moulding me within their grand schemes

brush strokes spoiled with misconceptions

yet they wont lay off

with their benighted course of action

against my fate with their diminished tones

weighing me down with what they percieve as right

immortal light, salvation

better than everyone else, is their belief

but it is all laced with sinister discrimination

despite the re-read fables

i am just a clay pigeon with a rainbow smock

and you are trying to melt me off the fence

but i wont budge

even when you brandish your shotgun in my face

look another bloody hypocrite!

with the taunting gestures that you make

“repent and you shall be saved”

fuck that, if I’m wrong

I’d rather go to Hell before I’m put in a body bag

nothing screams so sweet

as the striking freedom that is rebellion

creative worms captured in diversity

my minds lingering disease

i will not cast aside my images of afterlife

not for you and yours

i am breaking out from these lines

of boxed up thinking you have designed

the place you set for me, i am replacing

with condemned delusion

and a chorus of vivid complexity

and beautiful footprints of perversion