It was the middle of NOvember,
my tears were flooding the Earth.
My silence was my defender,
announcing my rebirth.
This heart recognised that arrow,
with poison sweet as cocain,
this mind became narrow,
this soul was angry at what was to remain.
As I learned to tame my mind,
and to ignore the calls from bellow,
I entered the realm where I refined
and gain new skills, continuing to grow.
Losing me was your greatest loss,
as you were not aware of the cost.
But,hey, enjoy in your sweet illusions,
make others reproduce your delusions.
Freedom is my best friend,
being loyal until the end.
Now drink that bitter poison of yours,
to take me out of your pores.

© Lady_O