One man army staring into the abyss
Thin skinned crusader trying to shift the culture
But when you fall, you fall alone
And rock bottom is a lonely place
Every night another war to be fought
Allies perished, friends are gone
So this is growing up my darling
I'm not sure how long I can go on

"Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to ****"

god i might not know how to
say those three words,
but i'll kiss you against your soft
cotton sheets
and sprawl bare against them,
and make you think it all the same.

"Cause I had some issues, I won't commit
No, not having it"

i'll slink my body
and move my hips around the atmosphere
we'll both be drunk,
slurring on the beat
that my tongue moves to.

"I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you"

my mouth is like
nicotine,
you'll never get enough of it.
but baby,
its so self destructive.

i haven't slept as early as
ten
since when i was small, afraid of the
blinding, groping that would come to life
in the darker parts of night;
unless you count times i've been too intoxicated to stand,
too empty to breathe,
too ****** to speak,
that i close my eyes the second i hit
third base sheets,
hoping oblivion would
take me.
swallow me like one of those pills.

I'm the type of guy

who pees sitting down
when I'm a guest of
somebody's house

because

i may be a
drunkard but
it's not hard
to care about decency

I don't want to ***
all over the seat,
it happens all the time
when I'm this far gone

so I shamelessly
get comfortable
and relief soon
enough sweeps

also:
I automatically leave
the seat down, you see

that makes me
some kind
of a
gentleman, right?

I've f
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i am a girl of storm, ash, thorns, sunset and fire.

let me kiss you with my lightning tongue,
flickering and fast, shocking.
i'll char you into oblivion with the very wandering fingers of my soul,
like creeping fog.

i'm like the lingering ozone before thunder,
waiting,
i am the churning in your stomach.
i am the very pounding downpour, ripping your skin
like eagerly torn paper envelopes,
searching for something like a soul, an essence.
drowning your small bones in my
watery hands;
is this ***** or rain?
it all burns
almost the same,
to someone skinless and raw.

i am grey-lipped,
like some elaborate Persian ashtray,
sitting on a magenta carpet
stained with innocence and old perfume spills.
i am a
steel rose,
with a red, drunken face
growing within the small torments of
a plastic vase.

i am the thorns that sit uncomfortably in your skin,
i dig deep, scratching at your marrow
with my very own teeth,
trying desperately to find substance in your
emptiness
and vacant human flesh.

i am sunset,
drowning the horizon in one million different
kinds of wine.
my soul lays down sprawling on top of the sighing ocean,
and it disappears as dwindling light for the
thick,
forest trees
strong and rooted like
womens legs.

i am fire,
burning like pine-wood embers,
creating dark holes out of off-white cotton bedsheets,
dotting them like black and sienna burnt constellations.
i am scorching,
dancing,
i am vivid,
flaming.
i am soft.
i am raining.

i am a girl of storm, ash, thorns, sunset and fire.