defamation and condemnation, i have been chained and whipped
spat in the eye, i have been labeled a blasphemer, and sentenced.
beaten down and dragged thru the streets, kicked and punched and bleed
i stand with crippled defiance before my accusers in all their glowing glory
but a martyr i am not.
i have pleaded, i have begged
but like my tears, they fall silently to the ground.
so here i am, behind mask of colors
hoping to preserve what is left.
hoping to be left, hoping to remember, hoping.
but i would not have it any other way
because i am an idiot.
and somehow i think that this matters
that this will get me somewhere.
did i tell you i was an idiot.
yes please, i will take another
drink.
