stabbed
wounded
bound
naked
wound around
and around
until im out of socket
chain me up,
dont forget to lock it

the gate to the alley.
I wake up,
I feel the headache
from the drug you put in my drink
at the party I think.
Put it in the soda i brought
because I knew their thoughts

Cold cement
broken bottles in my back
a stranger in a coat of black
a shiny silver badge
a body bag
just in case
you can barely look at my face

you know that i gave up
that it would be better
to shoot me now
the images now in my mind
don't you study that kind of thing?

let me be
let me go
shouldnt you know?
but this is your job though.

and the dumbest thing?
I hate my favorite soda now