Eyes pried open, praying to cope with being the prey of no one.
Wanting to feel the weight lifted when you kneel.
Clouds crushing my chest, crawling on my hands Dirt in my eyes, desperate and damned.
If this rope wasn't splitting, I'd tie myself up. I've lived long enough.
The Great Unwashed:
Ignorance, spreading filth. Unjust anger that decays. You turn your head, indifferent to the evil you provoke Bitter hatred, foolishness. Crawl back to the frigid ground. Feeling cold, growing old. Mind to help, no hands to use.
What a grim existence you lead.
Feed, feed. Blacken the air you breathe.
Ignorance, spreading filth. Unjust anger that decays. Shut your eyes, close your fist. Who's the fucking coward here?