Sitting, smoking a sheet to a 90s playlist Cooking a shot for the road A fix for the fever I'll have 3 hours later A thread to mend my torn soul. And this hole's been ripped open As a means to match the broken But this beating, endless bleeding Bruised the backbone of that notion leaving only one thing left to test The drop from out that ocean Dripping quickly into glistening Pretty glitter ****** of poison.
Corrosive rot and dull decay Haunt the walls of every room Prisoner to the ball and chain That stains my veins dark blue. Reminiscence is a ghost, A life I never knew- Sipping from a silver spoon, That father's day in June.
My blood, my bones, my family All just memories in the air That kick up with the gusts of wind And tickle through my hair. A reminder that I still can't feel, And they were never there- My body left me long ago And no one ever cared.