they once described me as a martyr,
loving and care free, free from the pain
of ownership and degradation,
if only they knew the truth.
a troubled child alone and begotten,
attacked and tormented
from the start of his empty life,
until the day 'they' came.
i never knew who they were,
and i doubt i ever will,
forever repeating in my head,
i believe these words to never end.
wisdom they said is knowledge over power,
be thy friend and deliver me,
deliver me from this fear and loathing,
a martyr's story is still unwritten.
his life changed in the blink of an eye,
overnight from sinner to saint,
feared by some, revered by most,
the life of a martyr is not always an easy one.
but sacrifices must be made for the greater good,
for many a year he served this greater gift,
giving all he could to those without,
a gift for all who need of him.
free from the dramas of torment,
that his old life had granted him,
life is a sacrifice for all to behold,
unaware of the true form of darkness.
tonight a worrier finds himself.
a martyr's story has now been written