configured to a format
with no time to waste
spakle every crack and wrinkle
on my aging face
we can all be dolls
cause deep down we're all made of porcelain
empty eyes staring vacously
into a world of nothing

your words were so cold
they chapped your lips as we spoke
your surraded tongue
met my neck


sliced a smile on my face


the wicked
tight
all knowing
person
that you are

feels only what she wantss

plunge my brain out through my ear
this place has got me all stopped up
dipping conceptions of why and where
in embalming self pity

your words were so cold
they chapped your lips as we spoke
your serrated tongue
met my neck


sliced a smile on my face


the wicked
tight
all knowing
person
that you are

feels only what she wantsss

lifes a joke
without a punchline
just a long

drawn out





end

I got nothing up my sleeve
but the rest of my arm
im stuck scavenging this wretched world
bare tooth and claw

divine intervention
sewing seeds of discontent
blemished me
somehow built by an architect?  

its hard to imagine a world
with a place for me
neatly wrapped
so sanitary

someday you'll find me
belly up on the side of the street
caught in the flashing lights
brushed by a stroke of epilepsy

theoretical *******
where the **** does it get you?
you're still a bottom feeder
entranced by the filthy floor boards
of society