Nyaope

Sweating profusely
Convulsing upon the floor
Vomit spills forth
Explosive diarrhoea
Broken bottles and dirty needles
Smell of feces begins to fill the air
I will die here if I don’t get my fix
Under the bridge amidst the filth
Creeping through the alleyways, looking for my victim!
Hiv Infected humans
Their ARV’s I’ll take!
I am Nyaope
I will eat your brain
I am death sent
Your soul I will drain
Black tar and blisters on every finger tip!
I’m dead inside!
Fuck my life!
Black tar and blisters on every finger tip!
I’m dead inside!
Fuck my life!
Weed and rat poison mixed up with heroin
Add in your AIDs meds and then we roll it up!
Pass me that fire lets smoke this Wonga
Pupils dilate as we begin to smoke
Lifeless body slumped over lost control
Evil incarnate! Nyaope has my soul
Creeping through their arteries
Right into their hearts
Feed upon their minds and soul
A walking piece of art
I am Nyaope
I will eat your brain
I am death sent
Your soul I will drain, yuh
As Nyaope takes it’s hold
Darkness envelopes all
Nothing insight but a speck of light!
I must journey in order to discover death
Silence where there was nothing but suffering