Chewed Pencils
Act Three, scene two
I hate the setting
Stike the backdrop of S P A C E
I've melted for you
The sticky taste coats my toungue and constricts my breath
Mix me up a peroxide cocktail
An unholy baptism to return to rightousness
Melt away the hidden
I hold it all - I'm the Keeper of the Filth
Scrape the broken glass under the rug
(You're my favorite drug)
Place whats left of my humainity to hang till dead
Hooks peircing my empathy
They stole my eyes ... give me a new pair
Gold plated, diamond encrusted if you please
I have an aire of greed
I want all of you
I love the fact of submission too much to submit
You're mine
And I intend to keep it that way
I need a smog-filled respirator
And you'll have to do ... I need to drown in the sorrow and choke on the shit
I've give my world, my self-esteem
Become another bargin-bin commodity
For just one last taste of you.
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