I gotta be some one
Some one you want to trust
I gotta be someone
That’s so close to touch
Gotta tell the truth
No matter what’s the use
Need to sign the truce
To get you out my booth
Get the weed out
Rip it from the root
Want something sweet
Then go and pick the fruit
All these feelings are white
All the bed bugs bite
Why oh why can I not sleep at night
Im too afraid to leave
Simple samples Sweat spilled on my Sight
I curse at my shadow
what darkness has not engulfed what not
Whats that on the floor
Whos that at the door
I never wanted to heed my own smell
I envy the turtle who lives in a shell
This brimstone box feels too much like hell
My conscious is hurting
Mind o mind is stuck in revolting
Let love not want not
but i rage loudly with sweat
too afraid to answer the phone
Fearful to let them in this, cause now I live all alone
I feel a creeping
Is it Capone
Could the answers be written
but not in my code
Tidal waves of fear
I feel like a deer
Tides of Fear attack in the night
revolting sickness
wretched in sight
With eyes burning red
with anger or hypertension symptom
the hand steers sadly…
… sternly
Like a servant waiting for supper
Like a stockholm sheep
Like a savage beast domesticated
yet un neutered
Twitchy
The Punk in all of you
Caring
be it too much trouble
or too much work
Greyness Greyness
Grey blocks of cynder
Blocks of cynder cold and sharp
Comes in square blocks
Square block with two holes
sparse holes containing 1000 cantainers
containers made for tears
Dissertator of chaos, Prophet of Love Supreme, aggressively emitting Humility, Humanity, and Profanity Baaaybuh!
