Cut Throat
Oh dear sweet sister,
I can't believe we're alive.
just hear our voices.
Your hatred could burn a nation,
Black lunged we breathe.
I brace myself for violence,
through clenched jaws we teethe.
You connect yourself with wires,
to pale scorched skin.
Life leaves me empty.
I'll take his life for you,
Just like you want me to.
So dry your eyes,
Breath in you're weeping,
I know we've not been sleeping.
We hide amongst dust and ashes,
cracked photos and glass.
Why would you want to shake me?
No doubt you'll break me.
Stay, stay quiet, not a whisper, not a sound.
You've left me fucking furious!
It's fear that makes him strong.
The same fear that keeps us calm.
No I, won't let, him graze, your skin, no not ever again.
Or he'll wake to find a cut throat.
Are you ashamed to listen?
You're a broken shell, you coward, you liar, you thief.
Now look at the man you wish you could be.