Which word do you choose?
I have no control
over me or you
working on big things
things that bite and bump and scream
evil slime and bile intestine
No matter how you paint my frown
it is you who is going down, aha aha
Going down
Going down
Going down
aha
It is you who are going down
aha
It is you who are going down
Another day goes by in a minor key
Thrice I prayed for no more days like these
(As I bring you to your knees)
There is a calm silence that can only be broken
by the sound of your screams. Your screams are
Music to me, Sing me a melody of pain, of your pain.
The cleansing of your soul, the purification within
The droplets of blood a decoration.
Of your tableau of pain, of pain, of pain.
A Watkins Nov. ’17
Material things get the better of us 