Ms. Ratchets patronizing, flicking that sticky finger at me
“Wake up Mr. Lucidity” ……………………………
Reality was not clarity but how long could I play the game in disguise
Us, the writers, the artists those crazies alike embrace the malevolence
To experiment and commit to the empathy from the horrors of apathy
We hold hands with the bitches of bloody sin and bury ourselves in puke
We’ll eat fresh blood from humans and make love
Taking metal and rape and hunger to expose
Our love is barbaric to them, but a love affair to the insane
We’ll drink in the monsters and sing with junk
Banter can be found between walls, stained sheets, sticky cunts
Nicotine screams dripping from walls
As the lady drips amongst us from lonely rancid rooms
We, the ones who suffer to the wills of man, howl blood amongst the bearer of red ties
We. the ones who crucify ourselves on loomed couches and to the breasts and sweat of one night stands.
We, beg not for death. Instead waiting listless for life to cease.