I'm retching on the dirt, it's earthiness coating my throat.
I'm wincing on the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove, an iron fist to some.
I'm hounded by white - right might that wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those in awe of "living amongst their own".
Selective perfection will cut their own throats!
I'm constantly forcing the point, but we're all retching on dirt,
and we'll choke if we don't spit it out!
Fasting On Deception
So long we shared friendship, I thought (but misguided)
Finally you came then, what I knew you were, all along.
Spineless, you pretend to be what you're not to me, and all around me.
Two faced and so self - centered.
It works both ways, but you can't feel you obsessions blinding you.
You abuse, and for what do we get in return?
My last chance to repent.
It's your last chance.
We'll fast on you deception.
After all, you've proved yourself.
So many things maliciously absurd.
I cannot trust you and I never will.
Still a disillusioned friend.