Drunk on the wine that has fermented with time
Ancient soul, I am indeed...
In this lifetime I have struggled a great deal but, at least I have managed to free myself from the karmic chains I have worn since I was born..
Sworn in by the Omnipotent Creator, my master
I have done my best to walk along a somewhat decent path
The Dynasty of Ptolemy where I am from was filled with the most sinister wrath one could ever imagine
In fact, strangers still fear me to this day
Some see me coming in the distance, and before I even see who they are, they flee like cockroaches in the opposite way
There is always some witch that pops out of nowhere and insists that she will pray for me, and I try to tell her that she could not possibly know how
Like I am expected to pretend like the offer wows me in some type of way
As if I should bow down before her and thank her for becoming a bridge to mercy...while I kiss her conniving feet
In my dynasty, I was beaten into a pulp and swallowed by the crocodiles who outline the banks of the Nile
I should be nothing more than a pile of bones, according to what the textbooks say
I know how to play the game better than most
I am not a host for he vampires to latch onto, yet, still they insist upon trying to feed
Its not my job to supply everyone else with the shit they have convinced themselves that they need
Still, I bleed for them anyway inside and out
I go without for them all the time
Its a crime of compassion that I seem to commit just about every day in ways that many of them don\'t even honestly deserve
The nerve of them for coming back like a boomerang of bullshit with some plan to finagle me for more...
When I was a whore in a former life, at least they paid me in cash...it has left a permanent imprint upon me
I lash out at innocent bystanders way too often
I am not perfect, but I plan to be eventually
A born visionary who sees right through the veil into the world beyond
My magic wand has been stored away
Hidden from view
If only they knew the shit that runs rampant through my brain, they would admit themselves to an insane asylum for sure
Impure fantasies to release my Earthen pain from living the life of a wind dancer,with the heart of a rain maker
I will never be the answer when searching for some random part of you
Soul searcher who sees every new horizon through a very parallax view..