raise our knees and flail our arms like children gone wild on too much sugar
scream from our guts, coarse and ugly , let the poison rush out our mouths like a black storm
Give your hell a name, curse it, spitfire your fury, don’t go quietly
No more silent tears, head buried in a pillow, pain in the middle, unable to walk upright, holding on for steady, kneeling in submission, crawling in grief.
If I must die let me not go quietly. Let me tear this flesh to pieces, rip open my chest cavity and parade the wound. Claim my destruction. Let it be known i didn't die without reason, without just cause.
Let me take it in my hands and hold it up to you so you can see - this is what killed me.