WORDS: The Red Peacock

Fear

Slowly curling up by your lies

Blowing up in smoke by surprise

What did the passage say? That you were to obey?

Whip me up in chains for the sins I have committed

Rid me of the light: it deserves to be forbidden

I’ll let you get away if you will only say

You’ll kill yourself on behalf of my religion

May I be perished in the underworld for life

Let all hell baptize me, now I’m alive

Did I really do something wrong

Because there is nowhere I belong

The flames are burning, pulling me down

I hear your name

I hear you screaming for me

And I’m not to blame

I just can’t breathe anymore.

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The Red Peacock is the wholly mysterious pen-name of Rachel Cox, a poet, songwriter and creative from Cheshire, based in central Manchester.

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