The Candlestick Bleed
i am that child before eye's in the light on stage
from bathroom tiled performed heights only sight could taste
to church and choirs in store, i danced for life amazed
my parents filed hate for my stance despite the grace
why they would cry you're more like a devil tied to break
with each limb sliding morph wide to my plight embraced
i was the hired through poor minds when all flight had dazed
the face in tired that poured hindsight free, bright and bane
then the church sighed a morn right between my thighs - rape
the preacher wired his paws 'side my vagina stray
to anus lightly powdered my moisture finely faded
the star was i, was forced frail and made timely draped
like the candlesticks forged stale to get minds unmade
i start to hide bound floor wise no none lift off saved
no tear would dry through pores i waltz with smiles caged
my new turmoil reports fright yet no notice of change
from the crowds while support dies in the night of pain
i would bleed frail and sore, time ticks to my life maimed
so i pick this stick sure i found the right one placed
and danced to life before tight hands that paved my way
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