Brittle the breaks
the beats they all shatter
Fallen they tend to disagree

Ive spent the bones
A vigorous epoxy
Suck out the one the hunt
in my rear view
Slip up you leak out on the street

Someone to come and lap up the poison

in me

Script is wasted here
Tossed out of this play
Serpents waiting
to choke your fear away

I fight the daddy the sick they're all gathered
Rabid the witch
inside she screams nothing
Fuckin' to find the mother in Me
Mother in Me

Spilling aisles
Whipping boy
Flying tongues
Holes so closed

Stitch up the whole
the hole that is gaping
decide my life
to make me feel nothing

Not that I wanted to (pleasure is foreign)
Not that I need it now (put off the bleeding)
But in my moment the lights they all flicker
The knife tears the stitches out

And I bleed it
I bleed it on the street
And I bleed it in remembrance of you

09/15/2008

Author's Note: To the fuckers that sewed me up

Posted on 09/16/2008
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