War Beneath My Feet

Each step is thunder and the jaw of my word is lighting.

I stroke the poison on the basis of my writing.

The ink blew thick, shattered my dreams with a brick; poking my ambitions laid upon my breast with a stick.

I war with myself, I can't war with anyone else

But the anger upholds me, knocking down the pillars that stands between me and the wealth. I said it to you, I can't say it to myself.

I call it, n I write it powerlessly,

I can't breathe, I won't.

My hand around my neck, cursing the visions my breath saw in my throat.

I choked on my words, I fought with the meaning. I broke the barriers with one choke.

Challenge me all you will, it's my spirit that broke.

You didn't see the angered letters hanging across my throat.

Dimensions are realities of visions which are located on different paths.

The steps I take are broken, snapping the bone of my calves.

I knew of other religions but I didn't know about myself.

I knew of the earth before I knew my worth.

I crumbled the cities with my palms in a dream, while I dangled my legs above, posing with both arms on a sling.

There's a face with revenge and in its mouth holds pity, under its fingers stood an ugly committee.

I told them never to sleep in the wars of my feet.

The smoke of the fire hides deceit, devouring the scent of the sweet.

Singing a song in a crowd in a sin city, holding my mouth, climbing the chair; wondering! How will I get out of this hellish nightmare?

I computed the hours and noticed my skin of hair was fairer,

The crown of my pain is lust and the man in me can't hold on for my trust, loved by lust. Polishing my silver until it rusts.

I took him to the gallows.