Death of the Name

Your name is an adamant gun
Loaded with ideas of who you think you are
Held steadily, aiming at your radiance
Forever waiting to end you
Incase you decide
To drop the lie

I remember when we were nameless
You and i
We know

Suffering is just another frequency that existed
Long before our minds named it

Let it die
Fall, fall fall into the bullet let it die
It is the natural way

I am relaxing my fists
Feeling the blood flood my parched fingertips

Let it die
Let it see the light at the end of ‘the’