Ruled by the moon,
So every full moon
Spiritually I'm bowling at it,
Emotionally has me drained and weeping,
Vocally I'm screaming in agony.
Silenced or just silent?
Who am I kidding, nobody could ever dismiss me.
Can't seem to get my mind in check,
Guess I'm in remission.
They said the allure of darkness attracts even the purest of hearts,
But no devil could please me.
I need serenity or nothing,
Running low and serotonin on everything.
Woke in search of what makes sense,
They said wake up and smell the coffee,
Yet the only thing that couldn’t escape my nostrils
Was the incense.
Feeling nothing but my forefather’s presence,
Realizing life only became more interesting when I lost my innocence.
Wondering what would I have been if it wasn’t for the heaven in me,
My flaws that depicted the hell in my being.
Like Moses parting the Red Seas,
The spirit of Jezebel had me parting with my senses.
Spread my legs,
And less of the word.
Now I’m here writing and reciting my own verses.
Not no preacher or pastor,
Reminiscing on a momentary relapse.
When the lady’s body was collapsed on the ground,
Everybody thought she had passed,
Only to realize it was smokes that took her out,
Like a gentleman wining and dining her.
And like a blunt, she was passed around.
No one cared, no one noticed her pupils dilated.
Her screams and cries were mute, thus making no sound.
Unconscious was her body when they defiled it,
The arts of necrophilia.
Poor thing was now cursed to suffer insomnia.
What is the price of silence?
When the world watches yet turns away—
I saw the truth in her vacant stare,
Her innocence lost, a price too high to pay.
Still smell the rot on my clothes,
Still hear the silence where screams should’ve rose.
Ain’t no prayer strong enough to clean the stains,
Ain’t no choir loud enough to drown out the shame.
A ghost among the living,
Carrying the sins they keep on giving.
Was it me they buried that night too?
Or just the last good thing I ever knew?
A thousand moons later,
Still ruled by the tides,r
Still coughing up blood from the truths I hide.
But I spit it out, every venomous word,
Carving my scars into verses unheard.
No salvation in sight,
But at least I’m alive.
At least I fight.
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