I cut my
hair when I’m sad
An issue
with a boyfriend
A friend, a problem, a feeling
Anything in
between
Demands a
lock of hair
For ritual
killing
An offering
for the cost
Of
rejuvenating
And rise
from
The deadly
beating
After a
while
It grew back
and longer
But it
won’t last with this anger
Again, it
will be offered
To the
deity of insanity
In exchange
for serenity
It’s a
mortal crown
That
deserves an eternal frown
Long live
the Queen they said
But why do
we still stare
To the
block of a statue
And
sacrifice our virtue?
Every time
I cut it
I knew I had it
This
overwhelming feeling
Of a broken
healing
A timeline
I demand
To discover
the recover
Of how will
my heart begins
To wonder
at love all over
But then
again
We would
never comprehend
Why
sacrifice is legit
For a
broken woman to commit
In
searching for herself
Reunite
with oneself
A riddle we
all ponder
Forever
wander this mysterious monster
Demands a
hair
For an
exchange
To remain center
