In Honor of Trey Reeds

From the Loblolly he swang high

he w’ant meant to be there

he w’ant meant to die

From the Loblolly dripped his hair

Trey bled red, red, red

From the Loblolly swings, strange fruit

At the Loblolly, he was found dead

At the Loblolly, blood were drippin down the root

Were he meant to die that day?

They say nothing foul were there to be found

What do you say?

I hear 12 sound

I hear his name bleed

Trey Reeds

Preface

I’ve been pursuing the prosecution of the Devil. Prosecuting a man with such tenor to his name is diligent work, and it seems to never end. The Devil is a wicked man with humor and slyness that seems to grow from the ground beneath him with every lie. He’s sick, this man. He had a reason for hurting me. Or so he says. They always do. I’m wont to call myself bitter but in the face of the Devil, I’m a very cynical indeed. I have no reservations of what he’s done to me. He’s a rapist and an abuser, and now he’s sick in the head, according to his attorney. He must have been real sick to do what he did to me when he did it to me. Must have been seeing demons from below. I say he was embracing his true nature, his true wickedness. A Devil amongst men, walking as if he’s one of us. I say… I say King is but a facade. And Kings with two faces deserve to be stripped to their bare bones. The people deserve a just leader! A King who embraces righteousness and not the whims of the flesh. This King went wrong somewhere. Off with his head! The Devil will out.

I’m a Child

I'm a child

Yet you scream and you curse at me

I'm a child 

So you treat me less than thee

I'm a child

You sit on me...

I’m not a chair.

I’ll get out of your hair

I'm a woman

You cheat on my mother

You claim foul play

You're the victim here!

I'm a woman

You're outside of my house

I've told you to leave 

You want reprieve

You stay

I'm a woman

You've raised the town whore

I always want more

You're the victim here

Your daughter doesn't listen

I'm a woman

You want to be a victim

I will make you one

Hell hath no fury like me

You threaten to slap me

Once

Twice

Thrice

You're the victim here

I'm a woman

I'm a child

With you I'm never a woman

You're the victim here

You were a great father

I'm a child

I'm delusional 

You say so yourself

Heaven help me 

I'm a child

I weep everyday

stop touching me

stop touching me

it’s been nearly three years

stop touching me

i cant dream without your hands on me

i cant dream without your hands in me

stop touching me

i cant breathe when you’re touching me

i feel numb when youre touching me

i feel weak when youre touching me

stop touching me

stop touching me

i told you i was never aroused

why are you touching me

why are you hands on me

why is that THING in me

stop touching me

so i can get a nights rest

so i can stop seeing your face everywhere i go

so i can live freely again

stop touching me

stop touching me

im scared

i thought we were getting to know one another

i thought we were watching a movie

i thought we were enjoying ourselves

stop touching me

everynight

everymorning

everyday

youre touching me

stop now

please

stop touching me

Put him down(published)

The Devil took my soul

He signed it with his dick

Made me his bitch

I’ll never forget him.

The Devil called himself Royal

Abused my trust

And my freedom

I’ll put him in chains.

Reveal his mask to the public

Let the world know what a King really is

Let them see his dirty red horns

Put him down.

He doesn’t deserve polite society

The Devil belongs underground

With his vermin and ilk

Put him down.

I feel safer now

He’s off the streets

Like the criminal he is

Put him down.

I feel happier

He’s on the list

For everyone to see

Put him down.

I feel warmer

The Devil has been killed

By justice

And action

Put him down.

Like the Demon he is.

Under the jail.

Until he’s human again