tears hit the ground
they turn to dust
the cycle starts again
can't fuss about this
turmoil
this is just catharsis
for my holy limbs
to move the way
they always did
without this
i would be awash
with the weight of my sin

taking wins
just for them to end up
gone with the wind
true indeed
feeding demons
with this melancholy
feeling, dawg
premonition sealing my fate
my gut is my police

new lease on life
after every night
living through the plight
rooted in foresight
of high cliffs
tryna mend the bridge
between reality
and giving life
everything i have to give

arms deep up in the
snake pit
clenching teeth
searching for the spirit
that i used to keep
tears hit the pit
emitting dust,
skewed my vision
demise encompassing
this haze and this venom
and then i fall asleep

- negassie