All is art

Saint, Mother of God

Sat on rusted throne

Draped in cloth,

layer upon layer.

Through the crack of the last door

Bones grinding bones,

Teeth gnawing my arms

It was blood, but not holy

It was hunger, not love.

What sight have I come upon?

To whom am I to reveal it?

This town is blind, deaf and dumb.

Stoned for seeing,

Shunned for speaking.

Our Lady of Silence

Virgin Mother, sealed womb

No longer your child

Died at the hand

Mother took my life

Mother took my life

The moment I was born her child

I was already dead

Dead

From the very first breath

my lungs refused to have

Have

She never wanted to have a daughter

Only dolls and the thrills

Thrills from the unnecessary things you buy

to keep yourself from crashing out

Out, in and out, out and in

in my skin I have her under it, creeping

Creeping, crawling, making her way to my brain

Every time I tried to love

Love

Has been refused for me, as to love I had to die

But to love was to live

Live

I never could, I am not alive, mother killed me

By saying “I love you”

“You” wasn’t me but her doll, she carefully dressed

With dresses she sewed

Sew, mother lend me a needle and a thread

To keep the blood from leaking out of my body

Body

One you lent me, that I must return eventually

It’s just a matter of time

Time that I don’t have, remember I am not alive

Mother took my life

This is hilarious

Jong Woo *furious*: WHERE'S THAT PSYCHO???!!!?!

Those crazy Ajushi*points*: Tada

Mun Jo *tucking his hair behind his ear*: I'm here bbgurl *blink blink*