zaftigg

tag this toe and drive me away
she spits in her hands
and weaves my flesh and hair a new order
a new dimension

you wake up and things don't change
until you let them
I want to sleep underwater with chocolate flavored spit in my hair and flesh
with a BUCKET on my HEAD and with rusted spoons matted down for my bed
I want to inject you with the smell of fuck
and watch you in the throws of sanity

trying to shake the sense of mundane
trying to cut the tag
but you'll only cut your toe
and make a big ol' mess for the undertaker

cl0ck