Exit Wound

Yesterday,
This music represented lost feelings
Today, It represents lost blood
And soil swallowing it
I have taught my yard to be thirsty
To grab everything that can sink
Everything they can suck
Not minding colour, taste, or smell
I taught my yard religion
That someday, they will have to thirst no more
But until then, they’d have to hustle
Grab all fluids like it is a battle in drought
I didn’t imagine that someday
They would swallow my life fluid
Because I fell prey to a gun’s beauty.

LARDO