bodies for my shrapnel
lay limp on the street
like dogs in the summer time.
i will bring my storm to you.
have faith in my punch,
believe it.
but don’t you trust
a survivor.
they wouldnt know
how to leave a city in wake.
they wouldnt know not to
pull the knife out.
i am a hurricane with skin
and i will
rip your house in half
if i have time to catch a glimpse.
you can pack your bags
and flee but
i dont stay gone.
i live on forever,
i dont die easy.
the toll will raise.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
bodies for my shrapnel
lay limp on the street
like dogs in the summer time.
i will bring my storm to you.
have faith in my punch,
believe it.
but don’t you trust
a survivor.
they wouldnt know
how to leave a city in wake.
they wouldnt know not to
pull the knife out.
i am a hurricane with skin
and i will
rip your house in half
if i have time to catch a glimpse.
you can pack your bags
and flee but
i dont stay gone.
i live on forever,
i dont die easy.
the toll will raise.