Shot down and tired
nerves wracked beyond repair
cars pass
I can hear them screaming
hell virus protect me
from shallow graves
frigid winds that pierce my navel
i only wish to make pretty things
that disturb
quench thirst with an iron fist
lord, drain this ink from my veins
this bloodletting of art
repugnant
letters of virtue
set in vice and there it shall remain
unscathed
by peace and tranquility
visceral in thought
as in writing
scream louder at this page
i ******* dare you
grab it by the groin and yell as though
love were a blade in your spine
be the beast
we all desire
shot down and tired