The Fire In Her Blood

She descends the stage as fire rises
To warm the blood upon her skin
The flame avenging, the choirs silent
As she breathes out the legions
That violently thresh and burn within
And in the stealth of night, they always find her
Before they crawl out from the lesions on her skin
But the swarm she summons, only claws inside her
To unbind her, from the indignation left within
So open your eyes before you even begin to judge
Or else have them wrenched out from your empty skull
And the one you deem to be inverted
Is nothing but the sin of your own reflection
No longer waiting to be let in
Nor wanting a taste of your frivolous affection
When once that poison she sought
At the incipient phase of self-esteem
Where the young stay imprisoned and forever lost
Regretting ever wanting to be seen