I won't be led astray

Lucidly, you opted to be seen as a sable,

similar to the own you that could've been

if you hadn't censured yourself, a full me.

Me, the passion, the mystery, the joy.

Me, the life, the dance, the happiness.

Me, the curiosity, the caress, the love.

Me, held now to roam inside your lungs,

carrying a wild sweet box confusa scent,

trodden by the soles of your sky, [once].

(despite that),

Me, myself, and I, won't ever be gone astray.

You denigrated me as a hooligan. Now, feel

all my rage torturing you, as you tortured me.