Creeping through the silent night
Floor boards eerily echo throughout the house.
They’ve come before,
Now they’ve come back.
Will return with me.
Taken from the peaceful silence,
Drawn out into the growling cold,
Only to remember how the floorboards hissed and vibrated
As the police made their way to take them away.
How they induced a reaction that made them feel worthless.
With each creak and snap,
Trickling shivers were sent down their spines.
Seventy-five percent will return with me.
but i am not worthless.
i am not your property.
you may take me and break me and kill me i will feel shaken and gone and destroyed left crying out devoid of all humanity i thought i once had.
but i will rise.
I will not die until I am dead in the ground.
Recidivism means I will return. I will come back. I am not gone. Though I may be on leave. I am not gone. I am not gone. I am not gone.
I am not gone.