Hurt-death-pain

Hurt-death-pain
From offices you can’t see
From rules you don’t understand

From a window without a building
Striking like a snake
The venom is in you

Fear enters the door of your heart
Sits on you like a tone of chains
Squeezes your waist and makes you breathless

While they laugh: while they sneer
While they dream of blood-death-spirit

On a hook; breathless in their
Controlled air space
In their world where their power-lamp-star
Shines in their thick-black-night