im so lonely
im the only
lonely guy i
know who knows me.

the artist renders itself to sleep.
its ghost sleeps in its skin.
it dreams in madness.

  colors cover the blanket covers you.

hell is where
you cant get high.

wake up, make your bed
and die.

leather being tanned
by a ****** in a shed
somewhere in the south.

satanic verses crawl up the wall.
and my soul leaves my body
for another man.
im found in the room
days later.
she tells me i have three days
to pay the rent
or im out
and she leaves.

my life was pirated by someone
but not me.

this poem is old
and dying.

ill visit it
sometimes.

when a heart is made of ******
you must keep it in a cage
for the dead birds to peck
into the heart of its rage.