destruct door

he once asked of him
what does love
feel like
is there a taste
or a texture to it
it's all a wonderment
a dream of sorts
the man playing the tunes
memory fades quickly
as the hearing goes
to any other voice
you'd sound perfect
but nobody's listening anymore

i can be good

hang onto your
blue green eyes
they're not worth anything
just a symbol of
well nevermind
its cool
i don't want to kiss you or even assume anymore
cheshire grin
i'm just your talkative whore
such a desolation
but a life's work
of pursuit
ten years on you
so i beg ya pardon

no thank you

collection

rebel
one without a known cause
just a rebel yell
inside
and out
the hooker of your old life
washed up
yes i'm a cheap whore
the cock is all they need
my mouth is all you want
not the mind of a joker
or the thrill of a flying monkey
paid in full

out on the highway

rode a horse
then i dared
to
laugh in the face of it
the snakes
cut in two
it was all
just from the smell of shit
today we grieve
tomorrow we serve
your incarnation on the morgue table
I kept seeing myself on the slab
cut from both ears of the chest
blood mixed in with the meal i was consuming
while i rode