I am always solitary
In the decrepit folds of a silk lined mind
Falling deeper
Grabbing at a slippery linen
I am a cave with no mouth
For a cave without a mouth is but a tomb
Let me rest in my turbulent swim
And wince in the high bliss
Of sweet ******* nothing
From a higher plane
To a Little Caesars parking lot
**** the details
And sweep me into a pile of needles
Because I want to feel the pine trees
Every single one
Suckling my organic plague
And tickling my button nose
Because I deserve the indignation
And I feel the shame
Absolve my indiscretions
Wipe me of my folksy ways