Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors Bereft
Vodka on your breath
Heart devoid of dreams
Hope that left so long ago
Mangled by paternity
Wine on your breath
Mouth full of hate
Hope that left so long ago
Mangled by maternity
The apple falls directly below the tree
But the tree is dead
Which leaves the apple
Rotten as can be
Wary me
Parry me
Carry me
Bury me
(Line approaching line
End apprehending end.)
Bright futures thrown away
In the name of an escape
Words from aspiring artists
Replaced by silent mouths agape
Nights forgotten
Vice begotten
Wary me
Parry me
Carry me
Bury me
(Line approaching line
End apprehending end.)
Bereft behest
An authors voice
Silenced on a blank page
Numbing the sting
Of inadequacy
Unfair exchange:
Thought for naught
Leaning on crutches
Meant for killing slowly
Now you can only bide your time
The apple falls
Directly below the tree
But the tree is dead
Which leaves the apple
Rotten as can be
Rotten
Fertile, though rotten through
Germination begins as corrupt seeds
Spread their sickness through the landscape;
Infecting all
