|I'm looking at an angel, he's sitting in a gas chamber. The entrance to his mouth is cracking a smile, as
the entrance to my soul becomes increasingly dim. My patience will never gain a moment of it's leisure back.
Patient and waiting for time to end, while this stagnant bag of moist flesh, I wait in, drives me around the world.
The line of best fit is the worst path to take to get anywhere in life. The glass in my marrow is starting to thin my bones.
I'm reminded by my darling sister that I'm not the desires I seek, but for now, I'm still the wolf inside with a hard-on four inches thick
and thirty inches long.
I'm looking at a demon, she's walking in my small mind. The abstract place, usually conceived in words as her bed,
has sweat stains, as my heart becomes sore. My dreams will never replace the circumstances I've put my life through.
Dream and wailing for the seventh seal to be opened, while this strong ego keeps grabbing for a grip, dividing me from my heart.
The proof by exhaustion mode is straining. My heart in its hole keeps pounding fierce as I try to keep my food and alcohol down.
I'm reminded by my indecorous past that I'm not the love people have for me, as for now, I'm the housekeeper with a shoplifting problem
that goes home to a dirty house.