Fat fleshy fingers,
Palpable prose,
Liquorice for hair,
Button for a nose,

Milky teeth,
Muscly tongue,
Wet *****,
but only one.

I am a cow,
I am a pig,
If it weren't for my blood
I would be a twig

Please cut me up,
or swallow me whole,
Do for me what I can't do
now I'm old

Forget that I'm in here
forget me all
I'm not really in here
empty glass bowl

take me back to your car,
away in the night but not far
from the city lights we share

I overheard the way you move
spasms, heart throbbing, yet soothed
by your lack of taste buds

I am not yet moved
yet moved all the more
**** me in the backseat
its not against the law

You're right,
something in the air,
in the water,
the earth,
hell fire.

Didn't you hear me say?
I've always wanted to be a loser.

Its seems the rings that bend round my skin,
are holding the cold in,
a message from the strings,
oh I could tell you a thousand things.

If you'd destroy me, I'd let you.

The paradox,
a moment of strength now my only weakness and regret,
the memory of that cold night a source of warmth.

It was a source of warmth until love's chill took hold
brutally gripping my ribs
freezing my insides
I'm tired
I'm cold.

And yet the end is no surprise,
I should've felt the miles of empty space around me,
it whispers: *how could you not know?

A white mist drifts over the space thats spare,
a cold sheet, no the cold sheet,
part of it anyways.

It's a dark view in this room,
memories float like ghosts passed,
but they don't pass through me anymore,
although sometimes they linger.

Dearest space my sincerest apologies,
I wish I could've brought you more warm memories,
but the warmth of a good memory fade,
now nothing more than a cold shiver when they wash over me.

I didn't have the chance? No, the opportunity?
No.
I didn't have the courage.
Good is no longer good enough.