I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below

I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish

I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close

I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

Shake your ass Make a pass And let’s get down to business I’ve never seen A better dream

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you

Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards

I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee