When you’re struggling and there’s nowhere to go
Besides the place where you think you know
And the world has left you red and shown
Faced with swell and eyed with crown
We share the malt and fest the pear
And walk the mile, & smoke despair
While lies abound and eyes defray
The partial sweet and half decay
Of life amidst the suffering
Of compound pain on compound strain
Of lashing out because in pain
Of years and years of allowing chains
To bind me to your rage, your shame.
I see you, Monty. I see you, Caine.
I see your fake, sorry, and I’m not gonna stay
To watch you rake my face again with rays