Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.

When the caffeine turns to cigarettes and Meth-amphe… And the Amphetamines turn to Cocaine sex and Heroin dr… And the PCP, and years of LSD

My memory bank leaves me filthy ri… even in that often thought of ditc… Loved ones so terrified of the sid… imagine me all dirty, choked, and… My tender

I was talking with myself a little… When promptly did I learn, that t… And having finally found out, once… —He was without a doubt making no… Until I thought, in that moment I…

When I gather up the last count of my own scattered teeth. past present ovation for the failure of some cosmic sheath. of softened rain promised or the discord of confusions tone the mo...

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;

When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.

I don’t know exactly how this came… but likely began with seed of doub… Or the question of truth, and getting no clue. So I filled in the blanks,

Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…

When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief

She told me not to say it, that to… So I’ve addressed it here in writ… After having slipped my tongue She seemed to listen for a moment If only, to make it clear