Stand tall and hold strong, my love.
Wear hot pink and thrust your fist to the sky, my love.
Have sharp tongue and quick slap to the enemies, my love.
Smokes cigarettes and smirk at brilliant boys, my love.
But remember that the truth will set you free.
You don’t need power money fame or even love, my love.
You’ve built strong walls but they’re to be broken down, my love.
He’s invaded your soul and tore innocence out,
crumpling up the page of tangy oranges and soft laughter,
tossed it in the trash, just to see if he’d make it in.
And now he carries out your mothers’ biddings, like a drunken sailor.
A rememberer of past sins.
But despite your defenses you’re spinning into a black hole
There’s a man at the door.
He’s back to take away all the good.
Leave your pretty pink castle.
With poetry, music, and books abound.
Dancing, joy, and flirting with sounds.
Empty and forever lonely, wondering about a cure.
Go to the door.
And hope to god that there’s nobody there.
And you’ll live among the happy peasants
twirl in fields of sunshine and bright dreams.
Leave that dancing demon locked where he belongs;
inside you're castle.