How if I were to sit on a pile of homophobic bones
Dropping a toothpick to tinkle their tones
how dark it seems this world to be
but I'll dive into its boiling sea
Eyes closed, preventing the sting
of this hate it is brewing
Nail
a soulto
i a post
and see who stretches and gropes for it most
hold on, for what it s worth
dazzling everything with your curse
of anger and carefree constance treading upon
their burning throats cause they can't keep from
their voices leaping
her, thoughts see threading, hold on
where yearning silently gloats, pause, grant
humming where choices are asleep