swimming in a pool of carnal feelings
glutton lust and prideful fillings,
i hold my hands up on my head,
w-w-why we gotta suffer
i say
as im walking past a few homeless men,
then smoke and write my music instead of going to church.
YOU ARE READING
a book about me & my emotions
Random"I have aspired to expression, all these years, elegant past the most eloquent word. But here now our tongue dries into maggots as we continue our slimy death and grin. Except today it is fashionable to scream of pride and be...
