i'm dressed in white
walking amongst the rows
at church.
blood is dripping from my
sleeves.
my faith bleeds me out.
my sins cannot be dressed up
they are raw & urgently
begging for attention
love me, love pain, love insanity
i am all the same
didn't you remember me
we had some damn good sex
now you aren't able to say my name
yet i want more
my only fetish is men that
treat me like shit
can you give me more
tell me i'm the worst
you've ever had
say i'm no good at anything
let me bask in your disdain
call me a freak
trust me i deserve it
i'm dressed in white
walking down the hallways
of the hospital
everyone is dying or asleep
i'm invisible to the staff
my essence cold
showing between the clumsy
knots on my back
my diseases incurable but not fatal
hate me, hate pain, hate insanity
i'm all the same
let's get to where we pretend
to believe we have a soul
you can say i'm empty
and shallow
i'll call you my prophet
home at last
together we can forge
the next generation
of depressed heartless
worthless anti-social
pro-boredom cult fanatics
who worship bubbles,
why the hell not?
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