Wired by the violence
That mars our existence
Your face is stormy silence
Drafted into this war
Dragging guilt through the sands
Of the desert
Dry lips
Grenade in your belt at the hips
It’s a gamble
As you grapple
Life at the end of a barrel
Keep your eyes on the medal
Framed on the mantel
One wrong move
Watch your manner
You don’t know who might wield the hammer
Eyes wide
Never closed
Can’t afford to be a star after death
You want that cigar at the end
Clenched between your teeth
Instead of bullets.






Let it snake through my veins
the ink of yesterday’s
Delinquent stupid ways
Ebbing mortality
In the hiss of its forked tongue
Venom and white noise
We’ve been dying all along
transplanting hearts
To prolong
This presence in the throng
Suspending life
Already withdrawn
Suspecting no where to belong

Let it snake through my veins
What’s at stake for today
Life could never be wrapped
Strapped or trapped
Life finds a way unmapped
Till death comes to detract
The world carries on
Which ever way the odds are stacked
It’s all the same impact
Whether broken or just cracked
It’s die, or adapt
But in the end
We’re all just paper trail artefacts

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The flies buzz
In this oppressive heat
Not a care for your defeat
Flying above your head
Caring none for the bleak of your heart
They’re flying in the face of dark
Their buzz as if a laugh
Upon you, lying on your back
Trying to be dead
The flies were a glimmer of hope
It was true, you had begun the end
But even death disappoints
At this hour, my friend