Omerta- Blood and Me
Blood In my spit.
Red liquid. Crimson Red.
Viscous, coagulated with my saliva.
Mixed with my sweat.
Dropped dead on ground.
That’s not blood. That’s part of me.
That’s my vengeance against myself.
My revenge to me.
That’s not blood. That’s my friend.
That’s what has always been with me.
Through my struggle. Through my journey
Through my happiness. Through my felony
It too is breaking up. This one old friend is parting away.
One deep choke. Hollow vomit. Few drops of cough, and its out.
Out in the open.
In the world of virtual egos and personalities.
I feel lost. I feel betrayed.
I feel numb.
I feel more blood in my throat.
Another choke. Another puke. And its all out.
A vow completed. Promise made
I feel Omerta.
This code of silence.
Blood and Me.
A sworn secrecy. Yes its time.
Take all with me.
My malice. My frowns. My spite.
Take it all, this cold morning,
This long run. This life.
Take me with you.
Old friend. Take with you, Myself.
My time. My fading smile. My fake face. My mediocre happiness.
This run is too long. Tired me. I want to stop. But only with you.
Blood and me.
That old sworn secrecy.
That cigarette in hand.
That inhaled drag.
That choked puff.
That light cloud of smoke.
Those dying reminiscences.
That secret vow.
Blood and me