Another knife in my hands,
A stain that never comes off the sheets.
Clean me off.
I'm so dirty babe.
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes.
I keep a book of the names and those,
Only goes so far to bury them.
So far and down we go. . *
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream. All the stars right out of the
sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die. .
*
Gutted like a pig, all you want is the world to bleed, someone
somewhere stole your desire
The pain akin to, being punched in the throat, and stabbed in the
chest . . *