Drown In This

Scream at me. Fool!
Maybe I’ll begin to love your god then.
Exalt your lungs to overpower my beliefs
Crack your voice box to be the obedient drone.

That will surely help.

Frighten me, bastard!
Maybe that will make me your drug again.
Whisper contradicting murmurs of false feelings.
I am every action taken by monsters.


Perhaps you could have my holding cell.
Now, I hope you drown in this pool
Of sarcasm I have created for you, dear.


~Lisa-Marie Anderson