Protect, A Story of Revenge

Help, I thought I got away.

I locked the door.

slid down the frame

I think I got away,

peeking out the window, I see them huslin'

buslin' down, down the road, lookin' for me and others told

others old

others they say are different

they say aren't the same

they say we're evil

they say there's fire in our veins

they say that we're monsters

demons from the deep

they say a tragedy, behind us

is about to break free

they say we're strong

they say we want to break our bonds

they say we've traveled far and long to be free

out of our misery

out of our misery

we just want to be free

to live the joy of reality

to see our face without the tragedy

to win the right to live

without hate

without fear

without mistakes

without all the whispers

without all the wants

we just want to be free

from the trouble that's begun

I look out the window

I spy my brother's face

my brother in arms

my brother in soul

my brother who hates me

in the name of grace

I turn my eyes

and see my sisters shuffling dead

looking for me

so they can chop off my head

I'm gonna die

I slide down the wall

my fingers grab my hair

tear it out and lay me bare

no hope

no tragedy... yet

just a single wall

everything written, at once, comes to be

and I realize the echos of our tragedy

and its covered in rain

slam open the door

alive again

no longer in fear

no longer in the joy of a den

I'm alone

but I'm free again

and the rain comes rushing down

it wipes the blood off of my brow

and for a moment there is peace

and for a moment there is serenity

and for a moment the night turns black

until I start to hack

Bringing unbridled, burning blood

my axe doth strike

my scythe does mow

and when, at last, I wake from the dark

the streets are dead and silent

the rivers run red

and at last I understand

why they kill but never run

Now I understand

They were monsters

Now I am too

not because of who we are

but because of what we choose

now I am what they say I am

I am different

I'm not the same

I'm evil

There is fire a in my veins

The fire of dragons

of anger swift and sweet

I'm a monster

like them

I'm a demon from the deep

A tragedy, behind me

is slowly breaking free

I know I'm strong,

I look down at the scythe in my hand

The tragedy that made me

is about to begin again

And maybe, some day,

long after this is done

I'll go and find a place

where I can sit and heal my scars

but, for now I have one path

there is only path for me

killing them for good

It's the only guaranty

I hear the echos of the dead

they want to live

to love

to be

without fear

they just wanted to be free

for a moment,

my mind turns red

the world turns black,

then I start to hack

I kill everyone who made us hide

All those who said we could not decide

I choose now

to become a monster

so that I don't have to die

so that the people of tomorrow can live in a world where they don't have to decide

I am going to survive

in this form

in destruction

this is what I had to become

blame me

I blame myself

I could have chosen to hide

I could have chosen to die

I chose to survive

For those who are dead

and for those who, behind me, hide