No Water for the Spirit

So quite in this mind of mine

Like courses of air- wind crawling through time,

Yet dark blocks of blood determine the crime,

And let me see- see those voices cry.

Screams echo- echo- echo,

Eyes bleed black bulges of mean,

Mean dye.

It’s your fault- it’s your fault, I told you so,

I told you not to,

The voice is of reason, the tears are of treason,

The red is of love, the black is of mud,

So thick and hard, like blood in the sun,

Burnt to a crisp on that dead man’s gun.

But this is no battle,

No blood was spilt

Words were spoke

Your heart taste like chattel,

The spirit has wilt,

You are no longer your own,

You’ve lost all control,

Mother told you, she told you so,

But love, that beautiful love

He swore would never do you so wrong,

Wrapped around your neck and throngs

Of inconspicuous wounds hit home.

It’s your fault,

There’s no assault,

You asked for this,

Get up, get up and handle it,

Victims know no mercy,

They chose/

But it’s so hot, so hot-

Don’t try to run out,

Water won’t find you.

Water won’t find you.