Our existence has been wasted on waiting for moments of interest
Waiting on the mouth of those who force us to listen
And I tired of the type who speak in gluttonous volumes
Who speak and preach of rebirth and change, by dressing us all in new chains
So I offer solution with absolution
To rid my head of our cancerous contusions
A manner of action to spite the smiling faces
Of those in positions of making decisions
I’ll bless them in silence with actionable ideas of well thought out violence
Carving out the words from your mouth, you use to define us
I won’t take, take any more from you
I have a home where I like to hide what I keep
Bodies of those outspoken but no longer speak
A place I can practice sacred silence
Where I can focus with undivided attention
Giving away all of your existence
My god Smiles down at me
So I offer solution with absolution
To rid my head of our cancerous contusions
A manner of action to spite the smiling faces
Of those in positions of making decisions
I’ll bless them in silence with actionable ideas of well thought out violence
Carving out the words from your mouth, you use to define us
I won’t take, take any more from you
My struggle and disturbance
Young life lead by one parent and television violence
The other parent a dead beat and slave driver guardian
But she found relief in my love
She calls it home; whatever she calls it
Between rooms of paper thin walls
Her love on me had to be silent
Now who can blame me for my piles of digested bodies
Locked in chains but I pose them to be smiling
Configured in my sanity and silence
Thirty seven and counting
This body of my love is growing, my sanctity of silence
I love them staring like my god is watching
I blessed them in silence, with actionable ideas and well thought out violence
Carved out the words from their mouth, they used to define us
I don’t take, take anymore from you