"No Name"
As I tip toe across the bones
of a broken masterpiece,
shaken like an earthquake
blood rain catastrophe
holding my hands down
losing them, half of me
I retreat to my pillow
where my nightmares are reality
Chained like a slave
words whip me into shape,
these hurtful names displayed
upon my grave, I’ve been dead for days
spray-paint the stone
i’m different cuz I like change
waiting on the porch
for a dad that barely came...
Rip up the love notes
screw what they say,
i’ts perfect the way i word it
like a killer w a razor blade
taking the whole world
So confused I get a headache
sprained another thought
after my friends pass away
This blood is not different
some say it is true,
some say I am heartless...
well..that isn’t really new
—VILT
