The Blood I Bleed is Lava

Is it fait, or is it irony

That where I wear my crystal beads

Is where I chose to bleed ?

Cuts along the surface of a hardened rock, no fault lines allowed

For there was a foreman, in charge of this skin

In acts of defiance, the marble they wanted to mold,

I struck down with sharpened blades

Determined to create my own cracks and crevices.

In your attempt to make me shiny, I made myself dull

In your attempt to control me, I made myself volatile

You hated me for ruining the perfect specimen of your ego

But what I am actually made of will always be beyond your comprehension

I have become molten lava that can swallow you and others whole

And this is what you were scared of

My hidden feelings

My power erupting from within

You always knew my power might be able to change the world

And even worse

You knew my power might make me uncontrollable

My lava will make you hot, and uncomfortable and you will try to run

But you are the reason the lava erupted,

You cannot escape the consequences of such a force

Karmic consequences come with heat

The heat is painful, but it is actually love

Love for myself

For my children

For all of humanity

Something you will never know

Love is the ultimate power

And guess what?

Love isn’t always nice

It is heat and fire

Uncomfortable because at its core

Love is truth

Human beings seek love, but not truth

And without truth, you will find out, There is no love

I hope in my heart you cannot bear the love  I have within me

I hope you burn alive with it

Burn, just like you wished upon me in your dreams

I now know I teetered on the edge of death

A death you wanted, and slowly tried to carry out

I was to be a human sacrifice

A sacrifice in the name of your sins and your demons

As if burning my soul, might conceal who you are, and rid you of your evilness

Killing me could conceal your secrets and your burning hatred

But I know what you have done, and I am dormant no longer

The blood of my veins are pouring outwards like lava ready to finally engulf you.

I have lava in my veins.

Is it fait or is it irony,

that your burning hatred towards me

Turned my blood into lava

My words into a volcano

Erupting with such force you can no longer control it

You have created the volcano that will be your own demise