Prone to whisper
In a universe of screams
Drowning in the swirling masses
I gasp and drag
Myself to the surface
Mud-soaked in the frigid waters
I catch my breath
Pull myself up
And begin to speak in riddles and rhymes
As I claw at my thoughts
Gashes bleed memories and regrets
I’m blind to my own virtues
By those who wish to strip my flaws bare
I am comforted by my madness
It wraps around me like a second skin
Lilith in the guise of Eve
I know who I am
