Wake The Dead.

Wake The Dead.

Swallow me whole with those chapped lips of yours,
or confine me to a closet with your lifeless power.
Chase me back into a corner and take advantage,
but always remember - you have nothing on me.

I shan't run from fears of something unrealistic,
nor fight the feelings I'll be puking up tonight.
I shan't turn another cheek when you hit me up right,
nor stir emotions deep within soulful dreams.

Instead I shall wake the dead - curse your name aloud.
Pour demons on the grave I dug up and bury you alive.
I will fight until the day I die for the right I have to live-
for I shine brighter than the sun and you've nothing on me.