you are a skeleton of a man with long spider legs and carpenters hands, you stand, abandoned ship, you can't,
a quiet drip from your rusted faucet sings. a hollow sink in your (cell/life) rings, as you weep...
momma, put me to sleep, and thats when you know how good this gets, a waking night here, a nightmare at best.
your number tossed in, in with the rest of them. your totem skin painted in tradition, in winters room.
in your bodies condition, he said "save me" and was raped by pigs, each blow spewing wisdom for all to see.
teach the world.. "cop", make him pay!, the kitchen bills, the height of hills, the fog through pills, the loss of will,
unwilling shrill, kill... killer... killed...