Let’s pretend we’re in the movies and kiss me with the tongue
And I’ll become carcinogen and blacken up your lungs.
Impatient amputees are longing for a hand to hold
It’s so hard to get the lead out when your hearts been made of gold
Who am I to say we shouldn’t reconsider suicide
when we’re so desperate for someone else to mourn?
You’re the fracture in my frame,
and sometimes I wish that I was never born.
We disemboweled our enemies and left them for the birds
We suffocate in silence building fortresses with words
You’ll prey upon the weak and fester underneath their skin.
I’ll pray for sunny days to suck the poison from my pen.
Stand up and be accounted for make your presence known
before you lose your voice amidst this choir of liars.
So acrimonious in your inebriated arrogance
I’ll fill your hollow abdomen with cinders, ash and coal.
— Vendetta Red