I hail from the town that stands on the outside,

from far reaching individuals.

Repulsive towards the one who does not belong,

shunning those on the outside.

I hail from the pantry,

that provides for those who cannot.

From corrupt cults,

imposing will above others.

I hail from snobbery,

from self righteous jocks.

Indifferent to the word “we,”

an individual who stands on the outside.

I hail from anger,

from indifference and trauma.

Bleeding desire,

to obtain what will no longer exist.

I hail from Esp,

from charged voltage screaming new life.

To pounding riffage,

from energy born on the outside.

I hail from torpid invalidity,

from vulgar deceit.

Hidden aggression,

chained to thoughts that only I know.

I hail from where you come from,

from the single beginning.

Hailing from what you are not,

and from everything you are.

Feeding on the outside.