We are the horde, my ancestors, roll in their graves. Yes grandma, you died and I'll follow you soon. There there nourish earth whilst the sun hasn't turned red. But we know the truth... Many people have died we're running out of places to bury then. The horde will forever run. I can't cry, afraid I'll shed blood what I've shed before is mediocrity. My mother's sick like her mother was; How many people have I lost, including theirs, how many have I lost? we're all bones and blood still eating bones and blood, Oh sinners knows to point fingers correctly This is living manuscript, demons all of us. Yesterday I got a call from my brother, Come home quickly he tore my eardrum I was high on anger, after smoking anguish and my home bore the brunt of my mischief wherever I step light shies away, Up to me to make thing right; Let alone blame the moon For staying away for too long. I miss my childhood, least then I knew nothing of the ways of men. I'm a woman, I'm a woman fall on your knees, I'm a woman. What my brother said, Father hadn't been home for many nights We the horde are mindless; Like his daughter he left the house that once housed optimism as a family member wonder if he'd like to know where I shed my skin just to take him there, like his daughter become bones and blood still eating bones and blood aren't we all skeletons now and can't hold mother's hand on her death bed Ah, if he can't recognise himself the man who once loved a woman brazenly How can I, tell me how can I? I'm a whimper... I lost. I lost my right to want. The horde giggled.