Click.

The lights go up,
an empty stage.
Anticipation hangs,
waiting for the-

Hum

of the speakers,
vibrating, starting.
The cheers of the crowd
drown out the echo as-

“Check.”

The microphone works,
the crowd goes quiet.
The hot air is electric,
charged and ready for the-

Squeal

of a guitar,
the opening note.
The lights converge,
the crowd gives a-

Roar

as the stars come out,
playing their songs.
Legends of music,
opening with a-

Pound

of the drums
as people push close,
hot and cramped,
yearning for another-

Thump

of the bass,
matching the pulse
beating in the heart
of the fans who scream-

“Yeah!”

with the singer,
loud and excited.
Reeking of alcohol,
people anticipate the-

Blare

of the famous song,
the glorious cacophony.
Inspiration coursing deep,
as one, the crowd shouts,

“Encore.”

warthogs for men singing amen
i ink my scars with a ball point pen
buffalo grass and ******
they want *** but won't die
i want *** but it's not me
they tell me that I'm pretty

i smoke **** in a blazing forest
i feel as rubbery as a curious tourist
and plenty of coke goes in my nose
i bleed headaches, when it rains it snows
i'm dreaming of a white christmas, i suppose
with my squad when i don't want to feel alone

i make lies but can't hide like room raiders
i cut up coke for all my haters
with a side of oxy
tells me that I'm foxy
right before he knocks me
my brain goes on high alert
i can ******* stomach
because cake was yesterday's desert

i say that we're proxies
i take the red pill
some like oxys  
some like bikini ****
some nights aren't so chill
some brains are mentally ill
but he doesn't like to feel, y'feel

tell me if you want a
*** flavored banana
a broken heart from havana
or to drink my coke flavored blood
dragging me through the mud  

whoops
son of sam
touch my **** like we're not fam
drug me if you want to slam
my head off the coffee table
i'll choke on fear until i'm not stable
i pretend i'm in a fable
this can't be real
does he not feel

break it off and shove it down my throat
cut me into pieces
make a blood moat
oak splinters suffered through winters in my spine
find you in jail and you ask if i'm fine

i break off rhymes like i break out grams
shaking because of a spiked promise
i wish i wasn't here
i wish i wasn't here

sham in the garden of clouds. when you '****' you want people around
when i cry, you hear no sound  

buffalo grass and ******
they ******* but ask why
my box in their face
i don't want to be in this place

I am
imprisoned
in consciousness,
searching
for an
escape