Thrashin' a Cake

I’m not a savior

I’m not a conquerer

I cannot mend cracked walls

I’m nothing but me

A melting despair

over all the repeating dross

that surrounds me

So much to say, so much to hold wedged at throat

I restrain my words certain of your poor misconceive

What does it take to hear

And try to understand?

What does it take to lacerate ourselves from rusted roots

We bury sturdy on the ground?

My heart is shattered within

My heart is a slave of my sadness unspoken

Have you ever felt forgotten?

Fed by the hate that burns your nerves?

Inhumed in the putrid mist of your past rottening?

Venereal losses that build the growth