PAROLES
Maker
The “maker”, “decider”
Protected by and smothered with the labor of others
Ungrateful to the end
Count your fucking days
Deny another truth you promised me
Chain the lasting guilt to my legs
Throw the white flag high
Find a new direction
Hold your breath and aim for the floor
It sickens me
Bred to turn the wheel while rotting from the inside
And so I stay
Bending from the heat and pressure to be strongest
Savor it
No need from a father to prove my density
Ill willed for refusal to be a victim of your failure to see
Deeper
Ground to iron
Bound here forever
I’ll make a home in the fire
Robbed in my sleep
Haunted by the present
Forced to feel every step of getting older
Savor it
Float above a silent world
Hovering
I’m most alleviated through
Certainty
Resilience to the pain comes
Naturally
Ill willed for refusal
The truth of how I find my purpose in your absence
It sickens me
Bred to turn the wheel while rotting from the inside
And so I stay
Bending from the heat and pressure to be strongest
Forget
Forget
Obey the one
That lends an opened hand
Welcome your judgment
Crowned by malevolence
Forget
