in the ghetto
no time is sacred,
no time safe.
comes now at 1st light & through the luminescence of day
comes, evil speaks
Brave one; listen to the rhapsody of death.
Pop, pop, pop in bestial hip-hop.
& find the meek
to otherworldly silence & mortal absence in the swirl of ethereal extinction
this is the time you taste the music of trauma
feast on fear.
is the time you bathe in crimson water
taste the underbelly of sin.
is the time you hear the eerily everlasting music drowning in the key of death.
is the time of the shattering
inside the rhapsody & the requiem
a stranger sings of non-being
gunshots gut the grotesquerie of night & gallop into the deformity of day.
is the time to vanish in the music of trauma.
is the time to die & fly away.