You Are Hell By Some Other Name

The sky is empty
Full of cold
Doppelgangers
Young and old
Speech and parlance
Poor and broke
Whores and harlots
Wounds that soak

Na-na, na-na,
The heartbeat hum stops and starts
Dum-da, dum-da,
The taste of love is short and tart

Let the line breathe

Let the verse shake

Bleed, silence, bleed

Quickened earthquake

The horror of this landscape
My soul is trapped within
Shall never touch this paper
Nor this blood-inked pen