You will taste fever
Words only keep you warm
Wrapped inside a mask
Longevity is not my mark
Ink is my eyes and skin
Tilt the head
Lead you inside
To show you what I was thinking
For I am odd
The outsider
I have frightened you
Foreshadow how I
Screw myself over
The wrong handshake
Nobody truly knows you
Until you renounce god
And proclaim yourself
The king of the misfits

An island of freedom