vital signs

hot mess outside, 104 Fahrenheit, I speak slow with grusome tone.
I hide behind altar or  something, attempting to stay alone.
For a single second, just a goddamn second, breathing heavily off the stage.
People pity me thinking I'm high on grief, but it's actually rage.

as them flies fly all over the place, people sweat and sigh.
everything stings my conscious and mind. Get the fuck out of my sight.
Suits celebrates death, but I source vital signs.
i don't pray, but i curse. i whisper words in reverse,
i don't weep and don't cry, but my fury unfolds.

if them kill you, them glad, chopping head from the neck.
they be having corpse tortured,say it's natural wreck.
got you scared, under couch, or just locked in your crib.
decomposed like a blob-fish,
you gon drift
far
from
me.
But I stay.
And I'm smart.
And for now I'll live hard
till the moment I'm close to tear them apart.