I got the
thirst something chronic but that’s
just the symptom it’s not the
disease booze loves me it loosens the bindings that conceal my pain it soothes my soul while it numbs my brain I’m
reaching for oblivion so let me breathe fire I need to imbibe something impure I need a drink like I need a friend yeah, I need a drink like a hole in the head…
I’m trying to
make sense of my pain does that
mean I’m crazy? should I have turned
the other cheek? dare I demand
recompense? I was suddenly swiped by
a bus my barely human remains slickened the street my brain dashed on the pavement leaking out my dreams
sick thoughts
can devour a body I’m crawling
through shadows I need a little
sunlight maybe I’ll take a walk perhaps I’ll just rot here in my
room don’t take me to the
hospital I have friends there who
won’t seek remedies they got a bag
with my name on it
don’t mind
me I am just a fool lost in the vacuum of the universe mine is the madness of spirit that leaps into the abyss without a single care in the world I fell and kept on falling there’s no centre to my existence I’m a leper and an outcast I may have lost my bearings but I might be heading home
you got your story and I have mine people have their plans one vile task after another but don’t trust me my pants are on fire you may seek a meaning I couldn’t possibly comment I’m just happy to be here alive and in the moment truth means nothing to me I’ve seen it all before I got the slow burn rapture I’m happy all the time don’t get me wrong my darkness serves a purpose redemption through chaos that there is the basis of my mythology
I loved the
man queer enough for you? I don’t care what you think my heart is an open book I know what is written there this is a song of love for someone ever young he was original an individual and I miss him now perhaps more than ever my love is a river he was the ocean the best of friends my lover, my brother he’ll shine on forever in memory
maybe I have
a pornographic mindset perhaps just a
lonely heart I am my own master and I
have tasted freedom I’ve been told I
was greedy but how much is too
much? how much is too little? I think I’ve had my share some say that’s quite enough but let me tell you it can never be enough things were different for me you have to allow for that I
was doing my favourite thing and
paying dearly for the pleasure for I
embraced the world and every sinner
in it
