It (#Wattys2016)

wingless (i bet them for free)

i spit in the name of you:

the king of the serpents,

your scaly claws clenched,

your split tongue lurking.

you have stolen from me

my sense of goodwill

my moral compass

i sit stiff; remain still.

you snatched away my wings

claimed i need not soar to the clouds

promised me joy and serenity

i'd fit in well with the crowd.

taught me the evils of smoke

corroded my pair of pink lungs

then gave me a dictionary

and sharpened my tongue.

forced me to drink every second

till my head beat like a drum

vomited all over the castle

then told to keep mum.

until the light finally came

and i discovered my sins

but something within me

felt the whole world spin.

fell unconscious and drowsy

let the darkness consume me

hoped i'd be dragged far away

somewhere to teach me i'm worthy.

but lo and behold,

here i was in corruption.

and your eyes glared at me

at my very destruction.

but as i demanded my freedom

you simply laughed and you laughed

"it was never my fault, dear

it was always you who was daft.

for there is no dark without questions

and you had plenty to spare

now, rest in peace, my dear

you never did belong there."