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Given Light
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Open windows
IP:
Open Windows
Death swarms me, I stand upon charred relics of my house
Trapped with no where to flee, my spirit once angelic, now doused
The flames bright and bloody rupees, so very psychedelic, now a single spouse
Laughing fills the warmth of my living room, the yawn and stretch successful
Kids playing knowing not of doom, love for my family blooms, peace without hassles
They sit on the carpet chuckling make jokes to themselves, quite pleased with ourselves
Tired though, pack up and put it back on the shelve, told them “to bed with yourselves”
Dreary legs, the last procrastination attempts at delaying bed time, daddy’s tired as well
They plead and beg, but I give my denunciations, “end the whine, upstairs dumbbells”
A Ned Flanders in the making, devout Christian, no thrilling stories for me to tell…
But my christianisation became a motivation for an invitation for an exorcism
The devils penetration corrupted my graduation, I lost my wanted edification
Discrimination, racism and my spirit were in harmonization, no chance of extermination
My imagination ran wild with discrimination against segregations, I trusted corporations
Dehumanization started with the contamination of a misinterpretation on a radio station
Talking about moral obligation, my conscious, the complete opposite of sanctification.
Crazy, I had no where to go, asylums were the devil below
Although it seemed he has risen in my fucking soul…
My aura aglow with red Lucifer used me as a plateau
…I was a television show, and he held the remote
Now I lie doomed, upon this single bed in this white room
My life never to be resumed, dirt swept away with gods broom
Hope is not isolated, I can cross that moat, fuck you I will show
Just somebody, please open a damn window.
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