the pains and the pleasures,
are deliciously melted into one.
it's so wild here,
i feel as though i have become one
who lives in the gutter,
i'm no better than the rats.

it's where the animal instinct kicks in,
and we all scream until we can't say
we're sorry for what we've done.

there's men and they don't care
who you are, who you've seen,
they only want to know the feel of you,
and it's okay
i can only love physically,
the rest of me is dead, i left her back home.
she spoils the fun.

they laugh like wolves,
at her, at us.
the poetry girl in this ***** place,
she doesn't fit in, poetry is a language
different to what they speak.

because everything is filth,
i spit it and i live it.
and if you hurt me,
you know when to stop.
i'm not afraid to pull you to me.
we're as different as
the drugs you take.
one things certain, if i hurt myself,
i won't know when to stop.

it's better it comes from you,
strangers in paradise,
in a land as foreign as my head.
i won't stop,
i won't stop,
i won't stop,
i won't know,
i won't
know,
no,
*stop