Packing,packing
all my pain,
in my popping veins,
digging,digging,
deep black holes
pulling, pulling me in,
covering, covering
my skin & soul,
with sacks of dead blubber.
This is the breaking of the flesh,
the cracking of the bones,
battered,battered
burnt offerings
for this blade,
this cool metal rod,
called society,
is carving,carving
its initials into my skull,
sinking,sinking
down that dark corridor called my brain,
I store this tear, this fire,
this ache, this desire
for freedom screams,
& dream, dream
to unravel these seams,
to release these seams,
screaming,screaming
of everything unseen,
everything unseen,
all my senses are keen,
observing rules as unclean,
that's why I shake,
shaking loose this quake,
chanting, chanting,
we must awake,
must awake.