It's called the Hotel Cabrillo
Rent's $550 a month
The stairs are dead
And the brick is sobbing
In 100 years of blood and spit
The tenants are much the same
Except maybe a few years younger
I saw her at the door today
She was my age
Her eyes were bold
Dark
I was covered in sweat from work
She opened the building door for me
The way she looked up at me
Like I was it
Something to see
I haven't seen that look in years...
It murdered the last five years...
The bad ones...
For a moment...
I said "thanks"
She smiled, said "no problem"
But it was

she asked
"what do you write about?"
and I stared at her
and my scar itched
then my pupils grew twice their size
and then I vomited
all over the floor
she said
"OH!!!"

filthy brick
sitting in my rented room
drinking southern comfort
it's been a long time
I'll definitely be ******* in the sink
tonight
I hear the women outside
women,women,woman
clapping hooves on cement
stilletos of the apocalypse
smash my eyes and
break my teeth
tick,tick,tick.tick
tick,tick, tick.tick
give me the agony
it's in your skin
woman

Call it
Instinct
Animal instinct
I need
Something from you
Then you can have
Whatever's left of me
Then rip my head off
Then try to keep it down
It was always burning
Anyways

The wind picked up
blowin' like a
*******
pulling up
dirt, soot, debris
waste
from behind, now, and all to come
i woke up slow
it was caked all over my chest
it formed a small mountain
it was hard to sit up
and it keeps getting
heavier

my neighor died last night
kid my age
fell off the high cliffs of San Pedro
shattered onto rock
the ones that battle the sea...
came from a decent family
hard laboring mexicans
that never smiled
in fact the only time i ever saw the kid smiling
was when he would drive
reckless
taking the corners at 45
screeching 50 in a school zone
making the streets look like
a *******
when i first heard about it
i wondered if he'd jumped?
does that make me an *******?
didn't you think that too?
would you have jumped?
...**** man...
suddenly my face isn't looking
that bad

The neighbor jumped off the San Pedro cliffs
suppossed suicide
he went down in the 3rd
i know a  mother who smokes
speed,****,cigarettes,
drinks daily,shoots up
lost her children and teeth
she'll go down in the 8th
she'll go down harder than she fought
most will take a dive in the 12th
don't even bother putting up the hands
moving the feet
don't even know there's a fight on
they call that a win
staring out my second floor window
slack jawed, both eyes swollen
teeth loose, blood clogging nose
i keep getting a few good shots in
but life has a great counter hook
my legs are starting to go
and i want to take the 10 count
but
i just can't