Stood tall to spite impediments
Curveball spins like Regulus
Charred hands reap no benefit
Holster on the hip
Providence a myth
Don’t know shit to keep clandestine
Stoke the fire with a hurried kiss
Fresh air slapped me on the wrist
Future could be looking grim
I can sense the scent of death upon on the wintry wind
You have sinned
At such a depth you can only ascend
I am lonely and tense
Despite the L, here is Z
Not doing well
If I depart I’d bite the dust by sunset
Stay in my shell
Kush coma passes time as I protest
Seems I was under quite a spell
Loud thoughts that I detest
All I can do is lie still
Question the vigour and the steel
In myself is a fear
See you in hell
Etch the years in a belt
Freedom is near
Summon the vier with a bell
Told the self: “you should not have come here”
Equipped a spear and a pelt