You don't know what love is
But you know how to raise it in me
Like a dead soul winched up from a river
How to wash off the sludge,
the stench of my past
How to start clean
This love even sits up and blinks; amazed, I take a few shaky steps
Any day now I'll try to gain 'composure'
I'll want to get into death on wheels, one low enough....
And drive to some cinderblock shithole in the desert
Where I can drink and get sick,
And then dance in nothing but my underwear
You know where im headed, you know I'll wake up
With an ache I can't locate, no money,
and a terrible thirst
So to hell with your warm hands sliding inside my shirt,
And your tongue down my throat like an oxygen tube
Cover me in black plastic and let the mourners through |
Submission Name: Love of Life - Love of Death
