Give me something more
Whistle another fucking tune
Before i scream forty six and two
A useful idiot made of me
Choked her dreams on eulogies
Pain and comfort my reflection
of a patient pushing it down
Into the bowels of the aenima
And fear schisms contort the face
While paranoia tears me up
In tears over the pot
Starving for 10,000 days
and more.
