I play with the demons
disguised in suits
living in the ruins of my dreams.
The silver moon shines bright,
all my wings are getting light.
I’ve seen my best friend on death bed
a couple of gunshots on every intellectual’s head
ideas, not blood flow out of their veins.
Dresses of angels, corruption stained!
The army of ants eating brains
the priests filling our heads with straw
deafening silence roaming the streets.
Inhumanity- The only breed.
Clouds of sorrow-heavy rain
Curse of memory- blackened lanes
Dissolution of bones- radioactive pain!
Demons win and I lose,
free my spirit from this edgy hose!