When I get home,
Cloaked in all my anger from my work
My wee dogs paws, brush it all away.
All I have; is you, your wee paws tacking on the floor.

The sea drinks at the shore,
Moon in hand, the waves dance.
A slow silent samba.
Lazily. Shyly stealing sips.
Black and endless.
Timidly swallowing the world whole.

Now when I think of
My mother dear
That she can be
So full of cheer
Though she knows
Her life ends near
That she can be so
Full of cheer.
She coughs her lung's up
A mucal smear
She ***** her **** out
The end is near
But all my my mother knows
This simple thing
She lives her life
With all she holds dear.

Blood of my blood
Sins of my sins
Wrists are everything you need.
Cutting board cutting stains
Hold them out and let them renew
The world is so alive
For a zombie.

Pull on your face,
Drink wine with your friends.
Curdle at crying children.
This life is perfect
Everything smiles at you.
Dig a hole
It'll be yours forever.

Can't use these hands
Fingers aren't my own
Can't say what I mean.

Can't stand this life
This depression is all I own
I love what it's done to me.

Can't remember if it's real
The men that speak down to me
So **** in their long white gowns.

Can't cope with this no more
My world better ******* explode.
At least then I can watch the fireworks.

A Cigarette,
The smokey pillows soften the air
A Beer,
For that snap, crackle, and pop.