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Hold

What am I waiting for

if the only thing I have left

is this empty

Screaming

Fucking head?

What am I waiting for

when the very Land

on which I stand

is Dead

And my thoughts and ideas

have all been Bled?

What am I waiting for

when the Ghosts are closing in

and my bleating Heart has fled?

My Mind has Become

an Animal you see,

One I Fear

and It

Fears Me

Give me a Hold

in this sharp and

cold

wall of Rocks,

something that I can grip

and not

Cut Bleed or Slip

for the Fall

is far

into that

Petrifying Mist

and there is No

Coming back

from that black

Abyss.


Others

In deepest Night,

when all are asleep

is when they come,

up the flight

of shadow-stair

silent and fleet

Cloaked in black,

Quiet as the breath

of a slumbering child,

Down the Hall,

soundlessly gliding

Quietly

into the bed-chambers

of my family

And there they stand,

not breathing, sensationless

Diabolic yet infinitely patient

standing

staring from shadowed faces

no eyes but still they are watching,

in Deepest night

the clock reads three

I am awake, eyes squeezed

Shut

but

I know there is one standing,

and its

Looking

at me.


Trap

Broken, Shattered, rundown Dreams Incomplete

In the streets black spiritualists preach

As Pipe-fiends weep Because their children won’t

Speak

And Forever they’ll sleep

In the dirt lot across the Street

Buried beneath the trash and the Filth and

Betrayed with Deciet

Of Freedom when we are born

In a Prison

And we teach Ourselves,

Although many don’t learn and

we who do reach

And we reach

Desperately Beseeching in a World

Full of Villains and creeps and to

God they entreat to grant Salvation

to the World we created

In the Projects where

Darkness only grows

In the Pockets of the Criminals

Holding Dope for dealers and cash

Flows into Selfishness and Greed

And the Government misleads and Fear

and Anger breed beneath the

Streetlights and wired Fences

is where the seed is planted and

Wickedness starts in the Hearts of the

Landlords of the Tenements

and broken glass covered streets

And Crumbled concrete

and the Cities Heartbeat is

Is Never at peace

Only the Bullets can release and

Murderers hold the Keys


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