Non - I

twist the words out
only ever learned to shout
raise your hand in violence
its the only touch you know about
hes a family man
raised up with the trauma and the hate
run up to the packy
pick your poison then you detonate
"all in gods plan"
what they say
but you never wanna play fair
empathy is outta network
kinda like the healthcare
single mothers working 80 hours
just to make it work
hoppin over counters
steal the drugs that make em go berserk
presidents keep sending bombs
USA do evil work
send em to the ones with badges
I know thats where evil lurks
people locked in cages
fire raging
never turn the page
soak it up like kerosene
embody every bit of rage
every life lost
theres ten thousand others
led to death from out the wombs of mothers
sweet dreams made of dust
how it chokes and smothers
keep it in the shadows 
no one knows how far it covers
everything is real
searing pain
cold and rain
soaring skies of red
stand alert
there are things that wanna take you
deepest of the black
birds wont sing
suffer in the silence
this is how the world works

Birds Wont Sing

tear the moon out from the sky
the spectral cloak it separates
deny my reality
the only thought eviscerate
I dont need connections
if anything they just complicate 
passing through the void
I need some air my weapons ventilate
gorge your empty bellies on gallons of rotten fruit
getting sicker by the minute
you're too weak to pull the roots
empathy is not my game
I scrape you from the bottom of my boot
listen to my voice
I pull the hammer point the glock and shoot
watch the cars go by
call em shooting stars
buried under maple leaves my childhood
a thousand scars
mask up so I could just get away
and now I contemplate
do I even have a face
I might as well just dissipate
standing closer to the edge
I think Im on my precipice
blood soaked rags
hanging from my bones they resinous
hit the switch and let it blow
I wanna set a precedence
wear the mask a martyr
and I set off on my exodus
not the same person
that you thought I was in 2018
grew a little older
a little colder
down to brass tacks
where the stash at
didnt wanna flash that
but we passed that
built up for the combat
did you find it funny?
aint it kind of funny?
did you find it funny?
Ima catch you laughing

I Keep My Face Guarded

havent seen the sun in seven months
its the price you pay to shun
gods embrace its like a gun
loaded demon web is spun
havent heard my name spoken in a normal lexicon 
reflections are turning pale they call me oberon
Im the one that comes up from underneath the decrepit streets
pulling on your soul down to your bones your mind your rotted teeth
depictions of hell and nothing are painted in a twisted wreath 
heavy is the head that wears the crown and bathes in bloody grease
push it down and watch the blackened misery just flowin out
close your eyes erase your mind theres nothing felt without a doubt
let me do the talking I wont let you feel so pressed about
never remembering faces let the wrinkles iron out

I am not your friend.

Non - I

TUNDRAMANE