Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis. Well I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis. He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this.
Do you remember how it was when you bled?. When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept. Because Vesta's long been sleeping. And now you've come to accept.
Oh what a brave soul.. He's proud to be straight, but like a host that feeds, bigotry inebriates.. No one's ever been compromised for being a white, straight male with two blue eyes..
Better think of my answers now because I know the questions with be asked. Like if I brought the joy I found in the confessions of a mask. The tip of my tongue's already touching the top of my mouth.
Each word bitten. Every fuck is pronounced. With conviction written. In justice announced. And every hand that feeds is bitten. If it steals from hungry mouths.
Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin. The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin. . Smokeless flame, the common name. Less than the angels but more of the same.
Everyone knows that cancer. Takes bites of every family. And it eats some families whole. . Dance around the issue. Take issue with the answers provided.
And what a fucking waste of a day. We just lay around and waste away. Because when that sun goes down it's bottoms up. We try to reach the bottom of the endless cup.