Death is only beginning to frighten me again. I had stopped being afraid of it after the revelation of that pale, pure morning when I understood that I was no different from other men.
“Went to shoot, I’m like, “What that gonna do?
That bullet’s for you, trust, you don’t want to see her face”
The monsters ate
I’m a hyena, so it’s nothing to wait
Played the back, log in the fire crack
Shadows dance about the cave
They gave the shadows names
Give men freedom, they’ll beg for chains, beg for change“
billy woods | “bedtime”