I'm missing
The hole
Where the day stopped.
I'm running
From the light
From the street
The past unfolds in droves and unwinds
Keeping in the mold
A blindside
Forayed into eyes as black as tar
Ducking the scoma
I'm kissing
The ground
Under brown fog
I stumbled
To your arms
To be freed
Propped me up to be stung by their darts
I never considered prejudice
The unknown turned to hatred in the click of a sigh
Ducking the scoma
I'm handcuffed in revulsion
Turned away
And I'm fighting
The need
To relapse
Propped me up to be stung by their darts
I never considered prejudice
The unknown turned to hatred in the click
Of a sigh
Ducking the scoma.