Silent Homicide

"These light metaphors got me tight,

So I’m heavy when I write.

Stay in the dark with a spark, all night; but

No gold - so nothing glimmers in the light.

Like an all leather belt, Not felt, loose:

Not like the noose, around my neck;

But the brain that tries to design,

This rhyme; is playing with half a deck.

Reciting verbatim in the rain, a New York state of mind

No Billy Joel in my soul, not a shred of artistic respect

Nostradamus, I predict, most too thick, for words to resonate

And lyrical stick. – pause, for no reason like a rebel without a cause.

Depth perception, in the monsoon season, the I`s out there have no reception

Called Apathy, cause none are feeling me. The great deception.

Fuck a depression, here`s a recession, an imprint

Ingrained in those who view, keeping it short, cause my killings are few."

Composed By: Andrew Drucker