DEFENDER'S RAP

• Nowadays I waste these long hours locked in an ancient clocktower
• Saw out the window once, years ago, but the chimes’ clang just got louder
• Rode the wave with no top down, can I go back? Should I look forward?
• I look for words to describe how I feel inside, a livin corpse with no mourners
• Liquid sword cuts itself, and so I sit alone in that old corner
• Wishin for permission to scream, I can only dream of no more torture
• My prose is silenced and I’m forced to close my eyelids
• I see through damaged lenses, our golden standards of gore and violence
• First it was a war in my mind and now the Coronavirus
• But the war rages on, will I wake at dawn or will there be no survivors?
• I’m a broken man, tired, no more power, ready to throw the towel into the flames
• A sacrifice to a happier afterlife, I pity the fool who remembers my name
• I’m constantly haunted by the past and afraid of the future
• The outside world around me drowns at sea as I’m contained by computers
• Kill me now but don’t let me die, I ain’t in the mood to awake with a tumor
• I’m still that happy go lucky child at heart, age is a rumor
• Any way the wind blows, but I go against the current currently
• I question everything, miss when absurdity was obscured for me
• Should I learn to earnestly fight or lurch towards the light, towards another day full of fun!
• “STOP!”
• I fear death and see the light in a different light...
• Take a deep breath...
• And be brave, little one
• Why so glum? Trust me, our best days have yet to come