It’s not subtle As much as they protest This feeling of death That slices up my chest It takes my ears for a ride I am told to open wide Stop the delay And listen here, “if you don’t come… you’re a queer!!” Blood drooling from the nose I learned to fear the word, too long ago to know I can’t stand their anticipated hate They wait and wait, until I’m about to faint Until I unleash what I try to stow Close to death Or vulnerable alike I hold back my demons With all my might They giggle Just as the sun can scorch your eyes The longer I hear it The less I feel alive I want them to stop Meddling with my ears Threatening to call me that fucking sneer Leave me alone I can only conjure Vibrating rage They hush so that it goes longer They watch without mercy With those eyes As I boil In my own demise I hate them for this More than they can ever know I throw myself At their crooked throats They scream For once not at me and I get power that I thrust upon thee Still past a boil nothing wains I want them gone For their life to be drained Fear in their eyes Now I see mine Looking desperately to the sky I question my hate Maybe it’s wrong I let go I move along They of course never learn I continue to burn But I wonder If death is all we ever earn