Satya Symptoms

And I was all of the grass and what could have been
I was the hope born of said sought since crass eluded brethren
a leather man cracking temperament frail like caustic claws
veil shining on the backside of animals we bled for tournament
tails torn from the serpentine throat fangs scratch roads
once slithered along by better men
washed out along the shore
bellies rubbed sore for I could no longer afford the rent
too socked and spent talons subjugated at the knuckle
tampered with and bent / scarification my only language
heavy transcribed to be raw / real in rags we dress deeply meant
unkempt the space between the walls thinning my cheeks
widens my jaws / the pressure on floorboards
hardly enough at this time for the movement of self
shingles sapped our cottonmouths in the dry of night
racked these souls for and of all that is right
sacked a cloth bag of embers across my sight
what I whispered was the light at the end of the path behind me
something disdain / I never looked at never noticed again
since this day forth when I put aside me any worries of the plight
when the virus died inside me
when i thought what was might
was the things I could touch around me
the winds pushing downwards falsely
convinced me of the longevity of gravity
'til the infant creature fell out of my hands
upwardly
happen stance gingerly poised kickstands
metaphors of euthanasia not imagery
well it may not be the virus but something has to die tonight
sate hitam satyam / the virus trust me is digital
satya based in organia and salvation the push and the light
well it may not be the virus but something has to die tonight
but I will only go out once the wind has blown by just right
when I reach out my hand in confidence and say "it is done
and any setting sun of sickness *phst* it can keep the victims
the half empty syringe of my nervousness and my spite"