So I climb,
Up each brick and
cracked mortar spine,
but the weight...
Like a lead chariot full of fate,
Clinging to my weakest face.
Why these venom dipped idioms,
Seemingly trivial but rape like lithium,
I squeeze my fists...
My palms bleed like nailed wrists,
Into the abysall,
whistling muted sips
I hear the deaf chisels.
Remove thy name,
Unbrand my fingerprints
and start me slaying,
I raise past the white point
and make it rain,
or can't I?
Shelve it.
Ocular byte path,
That bends and breathes
like a light staff,
Hand it to me,
Infancy is dead,
the fetus breathes no breath
and I'm somewhere.
Trapped in between genius
and 40 axe blades,
Sharpening my teeth
as I glance my mind screams,
Skewered by my sustenance,
I still swallow razor rust
so pass me seconds.
