Bottom Holler

I hate to lose, it colors me in blues. Refuse bad news, it makes me so confused. I miss the precise moves, I need some clues, How do choose, hesitation abuse? I meditate on Machiavelli, My decisions are detail-oriented. The Siren's cruise, calling chips to pay dues, Fake love can be bought or tainted, empty. Nobody dies, memories of them fly Their fingerprints landed on our feelings I have nothing much to offer but time The wind of time bleeds grime. Numbs as Phoenix. Perhaps these tears are not my own. Sky thrown. But my parents' sins on my face, smile skims. Payroll for the crimes they've sown. Hidden foes. Snakes in the lawn. In my bones D.N.A. of fiends. I don't want to die, to be downgraded I can't divide. Warriors arm with lust. But why build love when it will be faded? Will becomes dust, ex memory of us. Erased without a trace my Chips tower Like in Babylon, they scream and shout out. In the grime hide and cower. Dishonor. Or dignity devours, by worms of doubt. Death suffers no retreat, it comes for all There's no freefall of bottom holler.