The dawn is bleeding
Into a crimson fury
and
The night is too ashamed
To even rise.
I’ve seen the demons
They play in my frustrations
And scream at my success.
Charcoal and violet
It’s an ugly combination
Joining the rest
In this nation of perverse explanations
Making it okay
To sleep another night without questioning
Your strangled patience.
I’m bleeding out my mouth
Nasty tastes,and yellow mounds
I need I need I need
To take some fucked up shit
Because this life is trippin me out
And my mind has straight out quit.
I have cancer
Because I get sick, so sick
And my lungs are forgotten.
It’s amazing I still breathe, for the air has turned against me
And my hands are clinging to the last of this
The stuff that I can’t see.
Hold me in the darkness
And stitch this caccoon closed
I’m open, so open
And I’m asking, no telling you
That I need this.
Very soon. |
