Undressed

They all come out at night

With the whites of their eyes

Glowing at you

With heavily mascaraed eye lashes

And liner with a shimmering lip gloss

Thinking they run the show

They are the CEO

They are the boss

They move so awkwardly 

And just shift from one foot to another

They lost all hope and they are seeing

What's coming for dinner

Or a late night snack

They feed off people

And their breath

Smells like liquor and cigarette

They try to get inside your mind

With deep hypnosis

I don't want their social disease

But they all seem to suffer

From trichinosis

They drink pig's blood 

To prove they are superior

They eat humans like the pig

And can give you ringworm

As they did to the prophet

I was there that day that ended so quickly

Where a young queer was hypnotized

And in this disco inferno

They did not try to stop it

They tried to figure out what was wrong With him

Why he was the way he was

What happened to him

He was not willing to go along with them

He had quite enough of it

They promised 

That they were being concerned

But they were consumed by him

And his fascination with pearl jewelry

And his vintage locket

They tied him to a chair

They turned on the chain saw

And wore animals masks

And covered him in blood

As they would insert vile things in him

And stretch out his body

They hit and beat him

When he woke seeing blood drip 

From his anus 

They claimed they could not stop it.

That this hypothetical friend in question

Probably asked for it 

And Lady Gaga was saint

Right then and there I began to collapse

I actually really did faint

That's my tale

That's my story of shame

I was rapped by devil worshippers

And I'm still alive as of late

I'm not scared of them

And I'm certainly not afraid

I just pray to God, and Jesus Christ, our 

Savior every day

I never ask why

I just do it

I know I'm not possessed.

I still have a libido

But I remember my bruises and scars

When I get undressed

Sometimes I want to celebrate and be silly

I can't 

I get emotional

I get vachlemt

They are animals

Not people

I don't believe they posses feelings

But I may be wrong

It's just the way I am feeling

I'm deeply wounded

And I'm upset

Every time I get undressed

 This is kinda scary and personal

 And not for the young or everyone's eyes

 - but I figured I'd release it 

 if it helps anyone

 Trust it gets better day by day

They are all monsters in disguise

So in doing this with every little song

Or poem, limerick, or sonnet

And rinky- dink little tales about anything

We have the power to stop it

And you can forgive yourself

Forgive them and pray

Including pray for them 

And you will get undressed again someday

And you will be ok