06-18-2016, 05:34 AM
“She’s not dead” Repeat after me the disease
Concubine fleas bitten by swollen trees
Leeching poison from yellow sap
Bleeding myself from beneath the tap
Glistening leaves recall volatile memories
Self-destruct in a flash of alcoholic vapor
Made by their own destiny, “that’s not true”
“this, too”, you say, spoken in vulgar vernacular
Forbidden language filters through
Toothless gums, hidden tongues and bile
Wrung from years of imbibing their sorrow
Wandering a dank alley way, the long black male
Grasps a joyless faith with one hand
Uses it to cleanse the massless land
Turning a holy place into Schrodinger’s box
A vapid populace full of motionless sand
Ultraviolet wine spilled on the city’s back
Wasted potential nearly picks up the slack
Sing glaringly blind into the horizon-less sea
For the wrong generation that never came to be
Concubine fleas bitten by swollen trees
Leeching poison from yellow sap
Bleeding myself from beneath the tap
Glistening leaves recall volatile memories
Self-destruct in a flash of alcoholic vapor
Made by their own destiny, “that’s not true”
“this, too”, you say, spoken in vulgar vernacular
Forbidden language filters through
Toothless gums, hidden tongues and bile
Wrung from years of imbibing their sorrow
Wandering a dank alley way, the long black male
Grasps a joyless faith with one hand
Uses it to cleanse the massless land
Turning a holy place into Schrodinger’s box
A vapid populace full of motionless sand
Ultraviolet wine spilled on the city’s back
Wasted potential nearly picks up the slack
Sing glaringly blind into the horizon-less sea
For the wrong generation that never came to be