Cold Case
Avoiding my kin
They'll seek judgement
Afraid to be struck by the pointer
It's cold when I tell them
But I like it that way
No room for company
Company'll stone me
Red dot on my forehead
They'll aim at it
It's cold in here
Pray for her pastor!
Watch the pastor burn this bridge
Open your eyes to my secrets
Shiver when you hear em
It's cold when I tell em
Framing my face to examine my energy
Vigorously cutting opinions
Budging to judge me
Stop fucking staring at me!
Shamed expressions telling a thousand words I know
It's cold when they look at me
You want to be so open
Fight bitch fight
Robots don't feel
They never have shit to say
Useless
Best I can do
Can't tell me you know what it feels like
You don't have religion breathing down your neck everyday
Your spirit has been sharing secrets with your heart every night
What matters most your heart or your soul?
(Unfinished)
AngeliK hAlo,
Peace, Love & Music
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