What is in a name?

Is it the way it rolls off of the tongue like sweet honey dripping from the hive 

Or the sound that booms through the ears like harolds angels in harmony 

What happens when your name tastes like stale ash and blood

And sounds like a band of demons scraping their talons on chalkboard

When the name does not match any perceived identity of yourself 

It becomes your enemy rather than your calling card  

the monster under your bed you hide from under the blanket 

It's a blur of atrocities ambushing you 

Stampeding you whilst you are already broken and bloody 

It calls upon you harshly with grit 

But soon you find another name 

That tastes like sweet syrup 

And sounds like a perfect chorus 

But the difference between this and the last 

It turns grit into glee

So what is in the name? 

The name should call you home 

The name should be yours and no one elses