George Vernon - Subsistence

My heart’s compiled of severed nerves
Submerged in fire; crushed after biting the curb
Could it be? A time I don’t belong here,
A vacant ravage considered as my career,
The time my destiny is temporary;
A blank space in a psychic’s memory;
I’ve put myself in this position
Tryina’ break free like I’m in a submission
My soul’s cold like liquid nitrogen
Oxygen tanks laced with estrogen
Identity’s deceased; I’m a soldier fighting for my enemies
My vein’s disconnecting; my blood shapes immortality.
At night I sleep, the echoes surround my bed side
Lusting to kill who in me confides.

My past bleeds blasphemy;
Hear the blast of twin shells grazin’ me
In the jungle’s concrete anatomy
Blaze the only trees 2 set minds free
Of the struggle daily, increasin’ the hostility
Barely survivin’ the streets lately.
Falsely correlatin; corruptin’ innocent sweet minds
Realizin’ pain is all we seem 2 find
But behind the nine,
Lonely eyes screamin’ fa somethin’ 2 call mine
Even a happy home; can’t bear ta witness alone
My father contemplatin’ puttin’ one to tha dome.
Solitude is loud; I’m thunderous as ever
My existence is killed; disunited forever.

George Vernon

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