I n d i g n a n t

I sit here in the black
It’s never really black
Just the down pour of rain
And the cold in my veins

A friendly invite to scrutinize
Another excuse to antagonize
Your vexatious supremacy
And explicit vast of hypocrisy
You seduce the illusion of security
Do you think the blind can’t see

Your skull will rot and your eyes will bleed
When the harsh truth you finally perceive
But it’s too late because you can’t breath
I just finished your obituary

I sit here in the black
It’s never really black
Just the down pour of shame
And the disgust in my veins