Not In My Name de Khoma

Stands among the rest. Shadowed, empty.
Cloud that hangs over her head.
You're settling down.
When the truth hurts
you're turning to walk away from it all.
Not in my name. Can't stand the taste of you,
embracing one.
Watching you crawl out of your skin.
Strings attached, unmasked.
Testimony served by your black tongue.
Settling down.