Take me like a bullet to the throat
You're choking
On your own sweet bullsh*t
Bittersweet cut
Lick, tastes like salt.
Punch in the gut
I felt that one
Not like the stab in the back
Still reeling, insides ripped out
Masked and bleeding.
Yes, a bloodsport
Tyranny in our ranks
Surprise, sugar
Superficial sweeteners
Like you, leave an impression too bland.
I let you slip, darling
Because you simply wore out my grip.
The Raven Cry
Take this into account,
Before you let it slip
Into the pit.
Though sticky fingers
Covered in spent life,
Our blood.
Into the compassionless maelstrom,
Ugly pit.
Don't understand,
We never do.
Harmless, we stumble
Blind, like moths.
Fools to our own
Beatless, choking hearts.
Forever,
Like stones.
Let it die, let it die.
We have no choice,
No true voice
Left to be heard
In this relentless,
Incessant nonsense
Machiavellian Radio static
You call your life.
Let the Raven cry,
He foresaw our plight.
Romeo died.
And Juliet,
Like modern suicide pacts
And Hiroshima bombs
Exploding Rwandan dogs
With machetes.
We all belong,
And we get what we deserve.
edits: typing in 4 a.m. darkness!
