Welcome,
into my house of clutter
Welcome,
to my bed of madness
where I will be sober
tomorrow
the glamour face burned out
yesterday
like your roaches that I keep
lined in my pockets
in place of one pure rose
limp and cracking
words never did form petals
that shine and cry
with morning dew
Note fate, never fret
Just do not leave me alone
that could never kill
my constant beauty
blood and seeds
It is all for your hands |