it's just there
it's always
waiting
standing
in
line behind me
or
sometimes
hanging quietly
in the shadow
of
a street light
the words
reasons
pain
true lust
anger
and
i want to
fuck it
i want to
pour a bottle
of
bourbon
on it
light a match
and
watch the ink
bleed through
the flames
suck down
the smoke
chew it
spit it out
i want to
savor
the
after taste
of
what
my eyes
have seen
it's always
waiting
standing
in
line behind me
or
sometimes
hanging quietly
in the shadow
of
a street light
the words
reasons
pain
true lust
anger
and
i want to
fuck it
i want to
pour a bottle
of
bourbon
on it
light a match
and
watch the ink
bleed through
the flames
suck down
the smoke
chew it
spit it out
i want to
savor
the
after taste
of
what
my eyes
have seen