nomana-nuniyan
Heyoka watching Trona
Humble High Price Paid
quiet girl, she is
her minds nature
placid inner ba
she will sit silently
at her hearts weighing
though she's here-
just, he never asked
her about her,
was she even there?
he made it clear.
Yeah, he talked openly
of his vanity pervasive,
she could see his all,
she spoke of his heart
but truth be told as well.
What did he want?
She's non-assumptive
she won't push to be heard
of herself, she is silent,
but she knows what she has.
Should she have spoken of it?
Spread it all around like a whore?
But did he ever want to know?
She slowly tried to open
but he slammed her shut
dismissed
everything she revealed
to be comdemned,
his silencing beatings
a small peek out, she,
he'd stomped it out
over again over again,
But did he ever want to know?
No, he's a master of guilt displacement,
Blame displacement, the master he is.
So you shut up, shut up, just shut up!
Why doesn't he just shut up for once?
Can you listen?
Who would you have me speak of myself too?
after you?
What kind of arrogance do you think I possess?
should possess?
After you were through?
I'm humble, now, even,
you can't see me?
then just please look
what you've done,
your weapons I've learned
to hurl back at you,
a trade most vile,
disgusting myself with it,
you're essence coursing through me,
you sick, sick
I hate your fucking sickness!
Your Path with me
paved in my blood
designed by you
cut with your blade
and you will be sucking
my blood forever
my brother of blood lust
in selfish cruelty, full insanity.
A guarantee you've made this
our attachment throughout time
through lifetimes to come
because of what you've done,
our karmas bound tightly
never to come undone.
Your stinger will not extract
without the end of you,
your self-destruct
your habit
your face
your perpetuation
of all you hate,
yourself.
The start,
don't you remember?
with your first letter,
your innate disgrace.
So much
I miss you
so much,
but I still miss you so much.
---by:rebecca
quiet girl, she is
her minds nature
placid inner ba
she will sit silently
at her hearts weighing
though she's here-
just, he never asked
her about her,
was she even there?
he made it clear.
Yeah, he talked openly
of his vanity pervasive,
she could see his all,
she spoke of his heart
but truth be told as well.
What did he want?
She's non-assumptive
she won't push to be heard
of herself, she is silent,
but she knows what she has.
Should she have spoken of it?
Spread it all around like a whore?
But did he ever want to know?
She slowly tried to open
but he slammed her shut
dismissed
everything she revealed
to be comdemned,
his silencing beatings
a small peek out, she,
he'd stomped it out
over again over again,
But did he ever want to know?
No, he's a master of guilt displacement,
Blame displacement, the master he is.
So you shut up, shut up, just shut up!
Why doesn't he just shut up for once?
Can you listen?
Who would you have me speak of myself too?
after you?
What kind of arrogance do you think I possess?
should possess?
After you were through?
I'm humble, now, even,
you can't see me?
then just please look
what you've done,
your weapons I've learned
to hurl back at you,
a trade most vile,
disgusting myself with it,
you're essence coursing through me,
you sick, sick
I hate your fucking sickness!
Your Path with me
paved in my blood
designed by you
cut with your blade
and you will be sucking
my blood forever
my brother of blood lust
in selfish cruelty, full insanity.
A guarantee you've made this
our attachment throughout time
through lifetimes to come
because of what you've done,
our karmas bound tightly
never to come undone.
Your stinger will not extract
without the end of you,
your self-destruct
your habit
your face
your perpetuation
of all you hate,
yourself.
The start,
don't you remember?
with your first letter,
your innate disgrace.
So much
I miss you
so much,
but I still miss you so much.
---by:rebecca
dank je
