I Am



I am the apocalypse
That she drips from her lips
As she sips from broken glasses
While banging on the hardwood floor
Begging to please the masses

I am the fire that leaks through the creeks
Where the drum of the dumb can’t be beaten
And the sum of the some who are numb from the drum of the dumb
Can’t be sweetened

I am the blood in her heels
As she kneels down to feel what is real
As the street corner ends with the deal that she sealed
While he feels the appeal as she bends

I am the breaks that she takes
And the smiles that she fakes
Just to make what he makes
Because all is quite fair
As she bakes and he makes the mistakes for the pair

I am the whistling sound
As she falls to the ground
Where they found and they frowned
At the pounds that she’d gained
As she drowned to astound all around
At the dress that she’d stained

I am the past that harassed
With the gazes they cast
And the days she outlast
While she dared to keep breathing
The air she’s deceiving
With the people forgetting her fast