Whispers in the park
Seek my breached brain
You hide in the dark
You cower in light rain
Showers allude my sight
So they pour from my fallen eyes
But this is not my sorrow
Such resentful regrettable lies
A vital corpse you borrow
But I’m far from dead
I dodged the grave you dug
You sit up on my bed
And lure me to the drugs
I stepped too far
I see you out the corners
Dripping the tar
Calling for the mourners
Season this dread all you want
Go ahead, seize and haunt
My dreams and frustrations
As I counter with Celebration
Your gift of grief
Fuels my Liberation
Clay The Scribe 