DOMESTIC PLASTIC

Oh Bubblegum Judas, harbinger of forbidden fruits How I miss you and the things you make me do Blind in the valley of the living, surrounded by glass skyscrapers Let the first that throw stones, burn it all to the ground And those that hear the fire, cackle in their temples Number two pencils, from students awake for twenty hours Studying for exams, placing them in little squares In this life nothing is fair, nothing is real, nothing is there when you get on your knees and try to believe Shouting from my lungs, drenched in the grace of Marlboros My eyes hollow, to the advice my aunt borrowed from past toxic generations We’re in the city hall talking about domestic violence non-chalant We’re in the police station talking about domestic violence non-chalant We’re in the family dinners talking about domestic violence non-chalant We’re in gilded cages running in circles We’re in your heart running in circles We’re crumbling to dust running in circles Sitting and wondering if I hurt you Karma passed down from my father Breaking down from realizing I act like my mother How many more, til the digital screams aren’t ignored? As the rain pours on the chosen few, adamantium hardheaded, living with scars bleeding, heart falling, from my chest The depression of feeling alone and nobody wants what you want for yourself Are you the one that’s wrong or are you destined to walk alone? In the eyes of Horus,