Naked

Standing naked under the shower
Seeing my reflexion, the eyes,the power
My heart pounces inside, teeth clamped tight
I breath from inside out

How I wish, I would slam his head
Hit him so hard, till he bleeds
From his ears, his head, and mouth
And then I would trample on his hands
While he pleads
Those dirty mystic hands, that touched
That plagued head, that planned opaque
A mirage, so I would see what wasn’t real
Then she remembers, recounts
What the sages said,
It hurts when u hurt
He shall die slow,road to perdition
Rotting away, with guilt
Of the temptations, he couldn’t resist
The evanescent pleasure, the immoral pain
Drunk in the night, he wriggles
With tears and blood
So sorry, he atones to have been born!
Tired, frustrated and sick
He shouts and exasperates
Me? Who he couldn’t defy
Could not exploit or touch
SO pure, he couldn’t stain
So deep, he couldn’t end
Standing naked I am power.
While he crouches hiding, lest someone knows who he is
Naked!