The Words Set Me Free

I'd appreciate if you didn’t count on me

You and your little peccadilloes

Slapping your palms with index and middle finger

To prove a point

Repeating said point for emphasis

And repeating it again to affirm your stupidity

Holy intruders and unexposed wound

You plough through this life

I know you love me and I think you love me too much

I need this rage

But the words have set me free,

As Much as I love you and keep you in my mind

You are a curse to me

A painful price of freedom. freedom from love

Love selfish and cagy,

I love you my son, but you wont love me

Because I never loved him, if I tried to make you a pebble you would hate me

If I tried to leave you ruffled you would hate me

Either ways I am dead,

Why then do we have to demons to be free?

Now I know how satan felt, when he touched you,

The price of freedom, self love, very steep few pay it, very few pay it well

What then is this life,

When you are not free, The words set me free

The words created needs and desires

As far as I can write I will want to fly

A enclosed and hurt heart can’t beat well

I have fought a good fight I will use this to balance that

Halos or horns, you chose your pick

They don’t see me no more, and no I was that person you think I wasn’t then

The orphan -

was really angry tonight but I drowned him,

In my emotions he didn’t believe my depth

He cursed me, and threatened me with curses, but I stood aloof to his dismay

Words, nothing but words you see
Words have set me free

They have to be said or else the heart would be too heavy for the body to carry

I have wronged him,

Or have i? the words my friend

The girl tried her best but she self died in the word wars, with her little mind she

Killed herself with her own sword,

Greek gifts, they might not matter now, but they bore holes in your shield for later

If I had known I would have stayed hungry all my life and have no one to answer to

Life is more than peppered stew 

Your threats don’t work the words have set me free

But still I cant shake the feeling :’ maybe I went too far”

Far is good for now, far is good, just good until you catch up

With emotional incest and emotional blackmail

Far is just near enough

Thank you my words for setting me free

I will rest well tonight knowing I killed them all

Tomorrow their ghost will hunt me, but I can easily fend that off or get used to it

He knew this will happen, He saw this coming, He wanted this to happen, He planned it all along

Death threats, are just words

The spear of the hopeless, whatever you see keep it.

I died long before I was buried

And when you ask yourself where did I go wrong?

Know this, you never went right

Just did all you thought was real, good, pleasing to the lord, slaving to the man

And at the end

You wish you could have done better

You did, I assure you but still this is what you get

Life aint fair It’s black

And craves freedom

by Victor Samuel