beasts

 

…and I shall fear no evil       even in the fury of the storm        for I have a place        yes, I have a place        a place I call home      nestled in my shoulder    in a world of secrets        where you could not touch me       though you were a beast      you could not touch me      yes, you were the beast      and I was alone

some random woman       a creature with no name       called me a narcissist      a narcissist?     I should be so lucky      what with my conscience     not to feel for others          but lord it up in some fantastic story        free of guilt     free of shame         yes, I should be so lucky       to be so deluded      to walk amongst the beasts       to think and feel like they do       to behave just like a killer     to carry on like you

villain

 

every hero needs a villain       every villain thinks he’s a hero    conflict is the source of all drama      Tam would know about drama        he authored plenty       it took me an age to catch on      but he finally set me straight      he thought that I needed toughened up    he was teaching me how to hate      

a father’s love can crush a boy        or temper him in the fire     Tam is just a story now      the family bogeyman       I play the hero in the tales that I tell         stories of love and hate   not as some dialectic process     but a living contradiction       played out in a homemade hell