This art
it sucks me in
I shudder
like it's an orgasm
and it doesn't get easier
but it gets so much
more interesting
I could get crazy
I could get psycho
and maybe I will
I need to release
and no one will come to my aid
they say they really will
and I know they want to
but avoiding me and causing
anguish they want more
All I want is a little more time
a little more animosity to grow
these seeds in
and to rip your name from my flesh
From my pages
from my history
where can I buy a new slate?
I don't care what the cost,
commiting sins pays well
please don't go
I promise not to yell anymore
please don't go.