Dungeon of undead

That night coming out, and coming back in the taxi, I dreamt, my sexuality put on trial by a council of judges

Threw me into my dungeon, coin toss, seconds minute, ticking, ghosts at my dreaming head, within its walls, whispering, she’s not even gay

And those that appear, friendly faces and women, disappear, or are led away, with taunts that are meant to salt my heart, what they say,

Thru I grope, and walk on, thru my heart, carry on, decades, alone, only ghosts to harm the brain, only specters without substance

Those inflict the wound with salt from my tears, a man said, let them bring the knife, as they slash, there is no knife to slash, as I hurt

There is no wound there, they told me, it’s a schizophrenic nightmare, is all, they told me I’m crazy, they’re not really there, as I hurt

The knife is a ghost, only the pain I bear, at words, inflicted, like a daga thru the air she’s not even gay, they say, shes crazy, and it’s a wound, that night

The council moves pieces, seems they’re actors, the debate an illusion, seems they’re playing some game

With my heart, danced into my strength, that night, into pride, I turned into a knight, decided to fight for life, love became my lesbian mission

To attack ones strength seems a good strategy, to go for the heart, that night, to pour salt on, wounded pride, to talk as truth, yet they’re just

Words, from ghost illusions, seems tho I fight, I’m fighting illusions, seems if they think illusion will pour salt in my wounds,

Is an illusion from their own illusion, and I’m in a dungeon of ghosts, and I want to break thru ghosts, I want to smash thru the dungeon

That is an illusion! – a loop, a mind of my own making, ghost with my own hand, an illusion, pride in my heart, smashes open, my love-

Think not illusion can harm one whose broken thru, tis just illusion, only pride to carry on the heart thru salts, into a world of pride

When one realises, the very knife is illusion, one cuts thru ghosts, into life, one finds pride, again, one enters that night, and wakes, to find a woman-

They’re fishing, they don’t know who I am, the council of elders, they debate, but I won’t tell them

I want to find you there, in flesh, to feel your warmth, and heart on my pride, and feel real salt on my wounds, cause that’s life, lesbianism,

                Found pride again,   Left 

             the illusion,

                                 I love you, g