UNEXPLAINABLE CIRCUMSTANCES by Izzie Drizzle

Radio frequencies seep into my dreams
Voices of unknown origin, mouths bleed at the seams
The screams of banshees
Piqued interest, gasleak, yellow and green
It’s maybe synesthesia, anxiety or bulimia
My shoes are full of soil
Pot bubbles and toils
Working overtime to bring my bones to a boil
I snap the spines of Eldritch Gods, left hand to the sky
Contort to tell this song, never deadpan, never dry
Bamboo torture victims are sprinting out the undergrowth
They’re still full of holes as the thunder strokes
Suspiciously not screaming, silent like they're under oath
Tumble into graves below a giant sundered oak
Any inkling of sedative will never stop the readiness
Dry eyes, red and heavy with regret are the deadliest
Tear my hair out, flay myself my organs are the heaviest
When filling up on Bean's own cider, teeth bleached with steradent
Fill the glass til it’s opaque
And fill my lungs until they ache
Then inhale a little more til there’s nothing left to take
Then inhale the nothing left
Until my lungs turn inside out
Then inhale the inside out and divide myself by zero
Plant the sum of the equation next to ancho and guajillo
Till the soil until the clouds have cast over into nero
It grows into bones, muscle, flesh and nervous system
A perfect copy, no scars is the only difference
Slit my pretty throat cuz the equation is habitual
Start back at the glass, my forbidden little ritual
Covered in ash, stuttering a brash soliloquy
Sounding like a thousand screaming Ehecacehuaztli
Crying crocodile tears to make the metal rusty
And making sure the right will never trust me
Cadavers buried amongst lavender
Rise up on a blue moon to drag back the savages
My hunger never ceases, it ravishes

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• goth rap
• hip-hop
• post-rap
• rap
• underground hip-hop
• United Kingdom