Numb fingers push through
Wounded reflections in shiny mirrors
The mind\'s forbidden invention
With a delicate charm
You breathe in with sunken cheeks
A shell of a man in a pool of grey thoughts
Isles of dreams I imagined
Bustling alone and alive in empty woods
I wait for the pine, succulent peaches in summertime
I looked into his brain and seen maggots looming in his skull
Rescuing him from that blazing inferno was keyhole surgery
A melancholic requiem, song of the dead
Angel lyrics in a fuck mouth
His eyes opened with the new sun and he was white like milk
In the embers of a phantom hunter
Dewey dewdrops when I flick away the ash
Those little pearls scattered in my decaying heart
Crystals suspended in the air like soft eyes
In a deserted paradise
I feel the wanderlust burning in a tortured vagabond
Through muddy blue oceans and mildew
We separate and turn into atoms, deprived of freedom
This slave fetish is not a modern love story
Just a bad feeling when you can\'t look me in the eye
I\'m a poet trapped in my mind, in this beautiful storm
Of double entendres and illegitimate flirting
I pray for beautiful boys, for all those souls hurting
For the people with no reflections
For the women in operas with everything to gain
For the ones drinking and taking pills
I feel the same, writing lines at this tired desk
Sniffing lines and dirty flip fucking
My dick gets hard when you\'re helpless
Begging for more, fucking raw like a whore
A saint inhabited by a devil\'s mind
A fairy with a garden full of children cries
Every time I dream and get swept away
He\'s aromatic and full of flavour
I push my fingers in his hole
Two fingers, then three fingers inside him
Discreet lovers in a room of musk
I spit on him and get him wet, I dig in my claws
He fucks me with no remorse, he fucks me until I bleed
And in my mind I treat him like a cunt
That bitch thought I was submissive, and yesterday I was
But today I want power, a mutual rape fantasy
Put me in a harness and gag me, spit on me and choke me
I don\'t want to be clean, I want to be dirty
Faggot poetry
When I\'m up all night masturbating
Edging on the seat of my chair, I can smell him, fingers between him
Wrapped up in a metaphor, but I\'m naked and calling his name
Rosebud, you know that guy?
He can shove so much up, his wife is so bored
She fucks him like a cuck, and I watch and smile
I\'ve got my dick in him and it makes me laugh
This Bending Heaven, he\'s shitting rainbows
I\'ve turned him into a bitch, my pavement
Dick in him like a staple, quivers and ripples
Gaping hole and spreading on that photoshoot
He knows I fall into his smile and he\'s saying
Bareback him and cum, thirty two point turn
I\'m so fucking sick, but I can\'t hide it
The pizza box from last night is still on the floor
A drunken night, I\'m anonymous
Quick fuck and you leave, going back to your wife?
Has the electricity gone up? I\'m always putting money in that fucker
Like you shove things were they don\'t belong
He\'s a racing horse in his own little Hollywood
Writing letters to Bukowski, to Ginsberg
It\'s 1 p.m. and I\'ve just woken up
Last night I defied boundaries, killed you in my dream
And everyone that I loved left me cold
But today\'s a sunny day.