Act of Rebellion

2015-01-17 05:08

In a labyrinth of self-reflection
she wanders aimlessly for days,
denying a cycle of dusk and dawn
because she's never liked circles

Her feet are full of blisters,
and increasing cracks
that masterfully disguises
her hardened skin

She lives in a state of why,
forever stuck in clockworks
that accurately predicts
tragedies and despair

with explosive ticks every second
to guide the fingers of fate,
she's become addicted
to the chaos of her present

She loathes those who
forget what life really is,
trying to defy some status quo
by living attached to a tombstone,

with the intentions of becoming
a brilliant monument to futility,
and she rejects happiness
as a delusion created by fools

With a feverish fury
does she live like open wounds,
wide enough to make the world
would agonizingly scream her name

She's made whirlwinds of her exhales
and hopes to destroy everything;
eradicate the concept of order
and banish those who live in comfort

Her approach to changes,
is making sure that she proves
that her very existence
is an act of rebellion.