-Written by Evagal Eve
“The chemical-ridden air from your nuke,
Rots my lungs; my throat overflows with puke
I sit upon my throne of self-mutilation
While you silently attempt to destroy a nation
My head continues to hang in a looming shame
As the world fights with you to blame
When the moon rises, I see your words constantly untrue
I, the withered girl with slashed wrists,
Have I managed to become,
A better person than you?
Beneath the cellar floor drenched in white,
I’ve taken steps carefully to spread my blight
Mirror, mirror on the flesh-sewn wall
How many will cheer when you finally fall?
Surrounded in darkness and swimming in a sea of decay,
I wonder if they know exactly what it is they say
What is freedom, then, if stripped away?
Bathing in my own blood on the floor I lay,
Listening to her voice – maintaining meditation – is where I stay”