“My Weapon”
strip the soul from the body
leave nothing more but there shame
take the skull
rip out their tongue
so that they can feel the pain
i don’t use the knife
i use the gun
so that i can feel the same
i pull the trigger
i do not run
i take the blame with more to come
strip the eyes from the socket
so that i make them see the true
take the heart
crush it into bits
so that they can feel the lost, too
i don’t use the knife
i use the fist
so that they can feel my wrath
with a fist in the air and a finger in the face
to strip the the growing tumor for the brain
tie the words use them out in vein
hit the madness in the mind
hear me scream
hear me cry
let the world feel my pain
let them rot
like the cortex on the brain
i don’t us the knife
i use these words
as my weapon
i put them six feet down in there grave
i feel no sorrow in this world
hold it up and let them see
feel the wrath of my weapon
make them bleed
