When I had nothing, I had nothing to lose.
I lived freely,
blown by the breeze of the night,
ready to go wherever it may take me.

Over time I’ve accumulated so much,
so much now to lose.

I built my walls high,
locked all my doors
and boarded up my windows.

I sit inside,
rocking,
cradling a gun.

Never sleeping,
I just sit
and wait,
hoping nobody comes to take what I have.

we're from the
south

we're coming for
you

we're giving you
the wrong address in order to hunt
you

don't you worry about it
don't you feel intimidated it's
fine being inferior
don't ya think bro?

they left me for dead,
no eye, no tear I could lift to the sky,
shame always befalls me,

no one to blame but me,
I rarely stand tall but keep my balance in check,
I always want my friends to fall in line next,

I've been going through some things on this rocky road,
but thanks for knowing there's never any backbone,
in fact, there's no backbone in this life.

The roaches on my doorstep
They show nights of neglect
Follow me to darkness for I’ve not yet wept
Sweep me under doormats and follow path
The untimely death was apart of the wrath
Breaching the veil I’ve not yet pushed through
Legs start to quiver at those thoughts of you
Will I be met by the moon
Or shall she lay dormant
Whispering to stars of my utter torment
Clawing at life she has found her strife
Not until mourning will I be cut by son’s knife
Whisked away the smokes of today
Unable to lay safely in the bed I have made
Clothed in mindfulness
I shriek at joy
Just another game; and I am the toy