the grasp of them had me in a chokehold,
twisting insides and pretty lies to those
who put you in the place you are.
their kills were silent, with smiles plastered
on their faces like they never committed the crimes,
but we knew better.
the sky darkened when they came in the room,
the atmosphere became thick and smoky,
and we all saw the line of jewels on their egos-
egos that deserved nothing because they were
nothing but murderers with the public
in the palms of their bright red hands.
and they got me, and you, and everyone else
in a chokehold, killing us, taking our power.
YOU ARE READING
ROY G BIV
Poetrywe speak in color and see in truths. - something dark for every color of the rainbow {tw, lots of mention of death and suicide and pain}
