Rebel

When do you want to rebel? At dawn when the thoughts are gathering At broad daylight when the thoughts are hiding At dusk when they are opening the buttons of their charade Or at night when they have forgotten their purpose? When do you want to rebel? Lips bedeck in crimson, you wonder Is it in search of blood or passion? You wonder while they dance, Allure you with smiles, Lips, do you mean happiness? Or have you slaved the smiles? Oh you conniving puppetmaster! When I rebel, Will those strings be enough? When do you want to rebel? Hands touch you like you are satin Wrapped around dirty, naked bodies Without permission When I strangle you Will those hands be enough? When do you rebel? You love like a cloud in its deathbed Caressing the wideness of an oblivious mountain Soon vanquishing in his unyielding walls When I turn into thunder and lightning, Will that strength be enough? Every breath is a chance to steer a storm Every blink is a chance to create a memory Rebellion is Agony's womb, The place where The sun and the moon, Night and day, You and I, Our thoughts, Were born.