No Comfort in the Void

I strive
To reject
The masculine
In all its forms
I strive
To reflect
The feminine
Only i mourn

No one will believe me

There is no promise
Of absolution
No comfort in the void

My extremities
Turn to sand
I drown without touching a drop
Violence
At your hands
It heals but the bleeding never stops

Wounded prey
In dark seclusion
No comfort in the void
There is no promise
Of absolution
No comfort in the void

No agency to grant yourself forgiveness
A forfeit of thе soul for tainted flesh
A bond of blood leavеs stains beneath the surface
A burden to be carried to your death

You planted the seeds of hate in me
Bereft of my femininity
A chasm of animosity
Revulsion at what i came to be

No one will believe me

I fear
All that i was
So masculine
But without form
I fear
All you’ve become
So cruel
And so i mourn

I’ve suffered violence
At your hands
Damaged, unable to pretend
Your voice still echoes
Its demands
I drown in darkness without end

Consumed in my confusion
No one will believe me
A wound of cruel illusion
No one will believe me