If they come don't let them go
if they don't come
******* it go and find them
if they bore down on you
like a run away locomotive
well you just need to stand strong on the tracks
with a hole in your torso
and stream it through you
and if it may happen to pass you by
drag those mother ******* back
and sometime they only come in drug induced bouts of *****
well put it on your pallet and paint your picture
a beautiful ode to the obscene
if it comes out of you
like bullets
with a shotgun heart beat
sometimes they come gracefully
or not so gracefully
like fallen angels plummeting to earth
like shooting stars
and when it comes with rain
it pours until you are drowning
choking on endless poems and stories
If you are lucky
you can tame them
and it wouldn't be a question of if,
but rather when they come