Scoma Testo

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 nevber considered prejudice
the unnown 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