22 April 2010

Petty wounds let me lick them

monstrous eyes your grotesque stare

with empty sockets what a pair we'd make
together a mix of hell and earth suffering
under the weight of making it real feeling
that if it's not hard enough, it must mean dreaming
if it doesn't puncture it's pretend so I cut deep
and aim for the spot synonymous with slay I will
grab your wrists hook in and pin you down I won't let you
down I'm going to take you under the covers under the
warm sweet fluff fake shit give you blood the stuff that makes you
pushes you to put one foot in front of the other side
slide the tongue and let the lies roll and ride the roads
mark shock retreat play
the body like a name game
lick suck repeat pull
the trigger index the finger
me into you into me into you
slay
lay
take cover grit teeth awake