Truth drips from soft lips
Same as venom from curved fangs
What a pleasurable way to go
Keeping all of the same blood
Flowing to the floor
Seeping under floorboards
And dripping onto beds
Stopping veins of lovers
Staying inside the head
Crippling the..the..
Words
Holding her last piece of bread
Dangling it for the starving
Calling them to bed
**** them now with truths
Be bare
Call upon your Goddess hands
Lay them all to rest