06-11-2016, 01:19 AM
Senseless Remorse:
Don't tell me which door to love more.
Thank the shelf from which I whore myself
Off an awkward cliff hanging by a loose thread
A reckless noose wrapped around my head
What do we do when the guests have gone
belly up in their own muck?
Castrating their breasts so long, too long
after they're shit out of luck.
Lying in halls too cramped to see,
the end of the tunnel fast approaching me.
Legless spiders frowning on closet stalls,
bodies swallowed by the drain of an empty sea.
The prophets writing is on the walls, graffiti
sighing, shifting curtains of a crime scene.
The victims all blame each other,
pointing fingers at their own discretion,
while laughing and turning tricks at me!
Don't tell me which door to love more.
Thank the shelf from which I whore myself
Off an awkward cliff hanging by a loose thread
A reckless noose wrapped around my head
What do we do when the guests have gone
belly up in their own muck?
Castrating their breasts so long, too long
after they're shit out of luck.
Lying in halls too cramped to see,
the end of the tunnel fast approaching me.
Legless spiders frowning on closet stalls,
bodies swallowed by the drain of an empty sea.
The prophets writing is on the walls, graffiti
sighing, shifting curtains of a crime scene.
The victims all blame each other,
pointing fingers at their own discretion,
while laughing and turning tricks at me!