The Beastess

A Queen that turned pain into power.

All hell broke loose inside me
Demons that were laid to rest started dancing
My dark kryptonite rose up and oooh


She is daring and fierce, with razor focused eyes
Shaped liked curved spiky daggers molted with fury


My angels, are on the cold hard floor
Beyond rock bottom
Just buried in shame, shock and shun


My light
Packed her bags and her armor too and
Sauntered to hibernate to a place
No undeserving scum can ever reach


Not even with woo, not even with words
That are shielded in glitter
Hiding the ugly gooey stench
Of bittersweet lies and boundless promises


Rising to the throne is a devastatingly beautiful beastess
With a whip for a tongue and a mind that was built brick by brick
From what's left after lessons are learnt


Hell has never been so much more flamboyant than heaven
They’ve misjudged chaos for darkness
But what I see here on the dancefloor


Are gorgeous tributes of trauma, stress, heart ache, selflessness
Effortlessly gliding in sync to the symphonies of freedom and self-preservation