I can feel my heartbeat
On the breakbeat
In my own hotseat
Like the dead beat
Rotting meat
I am.
When I am with her
I can decipher
As a now wiser
Young man
Can you tell me while I weep
But in silence so discreet
Won’t acknowledge in defeat
Because your soul I will keep
As my own.
Your words were so serrated
Which intern lacerated
My esteem of mind and body to the bone.