Masters and slaves

Where are our masters?
who are our slaves?
Lying by the window
waiting for freedom
as the sunshine mixes
with our drool

Looking back
at the times that were,
horrible nightmares,
dreams we wouldn't dare see in the night

skeletons in our closet
never accepted.
Secrets never celebrated
tails between our legs.

never understood
never laughed at
always stabbed
for breathing the air

who dares kill me tonight
who dares touch me
I shall rip out your guts
from your very soul
and feast on them
till I am one with the darkness