To unbecome your ice

To crack slowly back to life

To decide who wins the fight

You or your traumas tied

[?] death reads you its rights

[?]

Angst work at nights

Your panic hype heavy the new light

[?]

What are poets supposed to like

In the hollows of smart device

Your faces through your forced advice

(It burn, it burn)

When frost bites (it burn, it burn)

When frozen finds your [?] (it burn, it burn)

Long stemmed thorn down and out

Fang pen pour fountain mouth

Twisted inner child broken innocuous white people doubt

That universe happily clap

While all the castles made of crackers collapse

So it was written in decades of rap, in all caps

Arm all wolves in all traps

Even engraved in matter of fact

In collapse

The flesh [?] another predictable loss

With all your faults in collapse

You are he for whom the worst searches

And this sadness, it fits perfect, work it

Shout out to all that's broken in me

Don't think I'm supposed to be

Exploding with hope openly

Shout out to all that's broken in me

Don't think I'm supposed to be

Bloated with hope totally