his is a curse



the flies are out for their feast of shit

can´t hardly see with the swarm so thick



how can I love anything and everything in a world so quick to piss all over anothers plate? 

how can I sleep? 

when did their blood pump through my tank and burn the sky? 

it´s in my lungs as I slowly die away



but I can´t stand here any longer and clench my fists or grit my teeth

when I feel all of my insides, I want to cry and scream



no truth

no rights

no life

no light



there´s no light, this is a curse

I beat my fist to the bone