In my madness
I thought you were an angel
How did you stir your coffee with no spoon
I was never that much magic
Im not alone in my mortal restraints
Were all chained to the walls
screaming with no voice
Crying
with cold nipples and disease
A cure never to be seen in our
lifetime of boredom
of yellow heat
and spotted skin
White spots and lesions
and itchy organs
Covered in sheeps clothing
but still
baring breasts and belly buttons
Out skin is so controversial
scabbed but sexy
Take a picture before I waste away
My fear is escalating too quickly to speak of
Its changing me and you
And you is us
And we are them
Eating out of a false governments
sweaty hand
Hoping we dont notice the lies written on the other
You told me to lay down
in the middle of the road
and wait for an answer
We've had the cure to save all along!
For the desperate junkie who felt like taking a chance
For the sinners who couldnt wait until marriage
For the homo and his mind flooded with sex at the bend of a young mans torso

We are all sick and at the end of our road

I thought you could save me
But your halo was an illusion
Dripping with the drool
of a million mouths
thirsty for spiritual enlightenment
before the big trip home

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