This grief with which I’m stricken —
Can I face it? I’m too chicken —
Touches my crescent —
Long gone are the days of transcendence —
I am now waiting out my sentence —
What vice can make the pain lessen?
I haven’t yet learned my lesson —
On me the pain bites and gnaws —
I cannot accept this world for its flaws —
Gripped am I by its sharp claws —
Ruefully subject to its harsh laws —
On me she’s closed her jaws,
Is the revolution a lost cause?
Can my bleeding find a pause,
From any form of mortal gauze?
The liberation I thought I was sworn,
Lays in my hands, tattered and torn,
I am left too empty to even mourn —
Can I take back ever being born?
Any form of spiritual high,
Crashes down around me, it was all a lie…
Just kidding, I’m still fuckin fly.