Thursday, January 19, 2006

3 dollar whore slammed my penis in the door

looking in reflective sheets of ornate glass with perfect frames
i am in love with trying to destroy you
please stop bringing your face around here
we haven't seen eye to eye yet
and it been years of cautious approaching the one you hurt the most
not envy malice peace of mind or fear
could bind our soul
i'm sick of itching and flaking off i'm sick of your control
i know your breath and subtleties i've seen them days on end
you always have the last word between what you call friends
and i'm coming to the apex of this summit in the rain
to deliver you this message don't come near this place again

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