my body,
I cover it in wet socks
I fill my pockets with locks of her hair-
due to being scared that she'll stare at my **** while I ***
and the trees, when they bark at me
I say things carefully
and I prepare to be  taken advantage of.
I'm not a fan of your plans to fill my urethra with mud.
I like blood when it's thick like lipstick, but prefer it loose like diarrhea.
It moves down my legs into puddles on the floor.
I close the door and spread it. I adore the chore.
I fed it to my pets kept in my cardboard box.
A white fox and baby ox, they're used to eating nothing but rocks.
they devoured it
I shower in their ***. It powers me.
You see?
***** stained teeth. The man in the mirror hath no sheath for his blade.
He spares no spades and he lives alone.
He's an equestrian.  He's a ******* equestrian and I spat in his face.
Where are your horses now you disgrace?
Goodbye!
Goodbye?
Why am I not surprised that you despise every lie I have devised behind closed blinds?  
Do you hear me? I cry because I've spent my life dying.
It's a sickness. It's a **** fest  to test the spit that we ingest.
My intestines hang low and heavy, resting on my dresser.
I undress her time after time in my mind when I ******* at night.
She was a shoe-in.
Her name is Gwen and she **** in my sink.
It didn't stink, but it was black like ink.
I left it there for days, much like her hair that stays safe in my pocket.
If I had a gold locket, I would fill it with the glue her eye sockets produce in the mornings.
I'm warning you.   I am as crazy as you think I am not,
and if I find you, I'll abuse you till your family doesn't recognize you
Because that's what I do.
If you're feeling confused don't assume that I am used to it.
Don't assume anything.
Don't assume that I am watching you
Don't assume  that I'm watching you
I would never watch someone like you
You're a freak and you disserve me
I don't disserve you
You're a peach and I am nothing but a fly trying to reach into your meat to plant my seed
You need it though. Don't you get it?
I'd die before I'd let you leave my basement and become some *****
You will follow orders, or I will carve them into your skin with a small metal pin
you will listen, oh mother of my kin.
God would have me betray you
God would have me slay you for your sins
I am only man. What would the Gods say of me?
I try to be right, but **** the light.
I'd be a fool not to fight it.
I might as well control my own destiny
and pick at my own festering wounds metaphorically speaking.
I'm tired of teaching myself lessons and of being a pest to the men around me.
I don't owe you anything
You owe me your skin and bone
I own you, you snake.
I can see you want only to bite me
I despise you and your kind.
Racist folk. blind to the world.
shallow girls with ***** toys they stole from their parents.
Apparently you need me to take care of you.
I'll tie you to me, and me to my car as I drive it into the lake
I drown in reality to float in a dream

To see the light of memory
reduced
to but a wisp of smoke
to hear the burning candle
at the end of its wick
extinguish itself in a hiss,
is to experience for but a moment
ancient death performing its work anew.

"I cannot see, I cannot see!"
says the soul of its diminishing
diminished light.
"Illuminate me, O God,
make me to shine like the light
in a child's eyes,
allow me to walk again
along the edge of creeping darkness,
like a carefree youth
no longer afraid of the dark.
But I'm still afraid, Oh so afraid
that if you close my eyes this once
I will not return to burn with sight again
for the fire that now fades
and hisses
is but ancient death performing its work
anew
rendering a disserve to my being
by reducing the light of memory
in the hearts of each succeeding generation."