Under Rocks

Leonem

Tourniquet

No One Is Coming For Us

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Now we’re deceivers
The old King’s machine
Wasting my days
On my brother’s regime 
I hear a song, from Ohio
And fantasy reigns
The burns on our thumbs
Are beginning to change

Into scars, and our ankles
Now weak from the strain
Cursing our families
And gods for our names
Hazy corrections
I weep at the shame
And leave you to stare at
The wandering day 

I could writhe, I could ramble
I could reap, I could rage
I could swap it for nothing
And call it the same 
I was over the ending 
It was clearer than day 
Weep for me nobody
Something’s to blame

Was he raised? Was he wrangled? 
Wrapped in a shroud? 
Did you dowse him in symbols
And burn it all down? 
He was wrong, all he wanted
Was a wide-open space
Hate was a message
That bloodied your face

By the wheeze of your own light
By a fire born from grease
Hate was a blessing
Absolving of me
Everyone, every answer
Was broken and clean 
It was a word, so acerbic
It crumpled my knees

They had gone, he had one thing
Clear in his wake
Pages and territory, covered mistakes
Every day was a lifetime
Every week was an hour
Every month he observed 
What the years had devoured. 

And they come back deceived
Cry ‘nobodies waiting for me’

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