these last days have been so slow. my hands have been shaking something crazy. my head banging like some little twisted girl has been playing violent hopscotch in there.
there's gotta be some way out of here.
& i just can't say, so someone else can:
plenty more fish in this dead sea /so you piss lemon juice on the unsuspecting /but i bite my tongue and spit overboard /to attract these sharks lying in waiting /soldered circuit /now take a wire and bite this current /bring the spark to your smile once more /raped in this broadwalk bordello /you'll get what you payed for billboard whore /another scene torn from a film reel /covering the cutting room floor /relationships to you..... /a revolving door!
i cant breathe...
i cant breathe...
i cant breathe...
barbed wire concealed /with a papier-mache epidermis /you can't see the californian sun /the light never penetrates your eyes /handrail licker! /love me sweet and tenderly /return....to.....these /animalistic impulses /because kisses are lust /kisses are sweet /kisses are asphixation without the rope /so you indulged your list /which i mistook it for love /nights succumbing to a euthinasian grope
sick of it
sick of it
sick of it
knuckles raw like freshly peeled onion /i'll make you cry, smell this hatred /i'll make you scream, i'm never sated /i danced to excess /with your sillouettes /shade on these palms /is all that's left! /your dance cards still drown with ink
my vision is clear only when i blink
from "because a kiss is a kiss" -*preacha
