Nether

refusing to back down
the nether beast rears it's 
wounded face
one eye still good
even after I shot it
I'm hurt too
I'm stuck in a world that 
cant see it

indignant despair
the end 
the beginning of it
and other lies

screeching and clawing
can't fuckin sit still
making people nervous
this motherfucker won't shut up
and nobody's talking
trying to warn them about me
trying to warn them about this man
that keeps a thing like that inside him
nether beast
or whatever James Brown was smoking
whatever Kurt Cobain saw at the end of that barrel
whatever got Caeser stabbed
got Socrates killed
made Nietzche go permanantly silent
made Bukowski drink
the black, lovecraftian essence
the dreams of men
who lie

Now here we are
our lives nearing obsolescence
and now the nether beast is
telling me it's ok
our blood mixes together on the cold street
black and red coexist in a squalid pothole
all of the dogs in the hood
stop barking and
no birds sing
it's
ok