You said we were connected

So I should’ve felt indebted?

Manipulating fake shit,

Fuck, you took my name for granted

You broke my trust

How can you look into my eyes?

Call me your flesh and blood?

Flick of the blade

Carotid spray

Livid in the dark

Pulsation play

Slow crawl of the razor’s edge

A lurid dance of death

Gutter rat eulogy a poem in disharmony

Enough is enough

Enough is fucken enough

The blood of the covenant

Thicker than the water of the womb

Oh my fuck…

Push off the pave

Cradle to the grave

Womb to the tomb

Read the fucken room

Existence owed

Existence solved

Non-existent youth

Non-existent truth

Street urchin poetry

Eulogy without harmony

Gutter rat eulogy a poem in disharmony

CUNT!

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.