Bullets are sprayed in the air and I’m shot down my smiles now are now replaced with frowns my heart has been shot feels like I’ve been stabbed in the back a massive heart attack has left me feeling like one side of my body can’t sustain as though I’m only half paralyzed with pain because the other half has to maintain that crippling facade that my soldier soul can continue on walking strong all the while my armor is ripped from all the silent tears that drip drop down onto the new badge that replaced the one that use to flicker in the light my new damaged sticker is in plain sight.
I’m the person that you put back on the shelf the contorted version of yourself, the one that no one else sees the person with heavy insecurities the one who can’t be found the one chained and bound to the sound of pure silence…
Didn’t Queen sing “another one bites the dust” and yet, I feel like the one left in the dirt with the blood of my mangled body on my shirt the blood from cuts so deep they won’t seem to heal, body so cold, it can no longer feel still crying even though I’m all cried out trying to find a river to ease this drought all the while you all see me and start to snicker pointing and laughing at my damaged sticker.
One of my favorite original pieces that I’ve always wanted to perform, but never had the courage to.
I recorded the audio (forgive me, it’s not the best audio ever) and created a video with the words so that you may follow along. I hope that you’re able to hear everything and I guess, feel the embodiment of the time I was going through when I wrote this.