Rocks

What a waste
your a less than
How you chase
for a blessing
From a place
that will chew you up and spit you on the seat

On the phone
with an apple
Has a face
like an asshole
When you choke
who will come and squeeze your life back out
back out

I see zero on your honor tired bodies
Ice is melting from your breast needing more

Crumbled like clay from my mountain sleeping lightening
Steal your lips back waiting for that sound
But why now? Why now?
That sound