All is fine, on the other side
Misshapen cats and dolls
Those tricksters have it all
In empty spaces and pillow cases
Lighting striking twice, now thrice
Creating avenues that illuminate
handsome jackals that **********
All is fine, when dead inside
The furnace lights itself
From the pain I solely dealt
Naked and afraid; with complete dismay
Nothing as long as that eternal song
commemorating an epic tale
blurred by time’s murky veil.
All contrived, within my mind
Galvanized heart beats
Occupy walls of streets
To love and not be loved
What remains from ink stains?
A tongue well-lubricated with wine
Spewing quotidian antidepressant lines
All is said, while coaxed in red
The deniers of vices both flesh and soul
Instilled from the burnt bridges toll
So torn and ***** so wanting of ***
So lavishly beaten. Pleasurably defeated.
A thousand eyes poking from brick ovens
Summoned through muck and devil covens
All inside, my guts and mind.
Lungs full of American Spirits cigs
Scalped head like an old lady wigs
Birds of a feather, doused in boiling weather
Flock together with kids forever
All my exes live lives I could not give them
And I live alone, denying I miss them.
All is fine, on my side.
All is fine, really.
All is.
Fine...