My machine lost power for a moment heart stopped wet and **** perfect flower hospital janitor mopped. So many tests were run. Nothing was really wrong. Treatment was never begun. Dead or living do I belong? God's all seeing eye midnight's full moon angry sun stares at noon watch us living as we die.
Imprisoned in memories no escaping if you please every cruel thing I've done another bullet in my gun begging for a final ending to ******* pretending.
You used to set my blood afire burning my guilt to the ground, a dry rain quenched the blaze. That's when my truth was found. Lovers always come and go. Fire and rain defined my heart. Angels steered me home to try fixing lives I've ripped apart.
I stumble over vowels and fall slapstick like over consonants. I use cuss words and talk about my needs and girl parts and so I guess I'm writing drunk again. Truth is so hard to cough up and put on the page naked in spotlight. I need a little liquid courage.