screaming
frustration
clawing
forgetting
sweating
unsure
misused & abused
loitering in ones’ own conscience
biting irony
sex is always on the table
when you’re making pretty sense
lay back down
calm
warmth
dread
dream deeply now
screaming
frustration
clawing
forgetting
sweating
unsure
misused & abused
loitering in ones’ own conscience
biting irony
sex is always on the table
when you’re making pretty sense
lay back down
calm
warmth
dread
dream deeply now
tell me what I want to hear
and dress it up in bows
tell me what I want to hear
things no one else would know
tell me I can do no wrong
and fill me up with pride
tell me why this world is flawed
let that one wrong slide
tell me what I want to hear
I’ll rid the waste with no appeal
eat four square meal
brand the cow
and walk the dog
slay the hog
if you would only just tell me
what I want to hear
please hurry
I am in such haste
the cows are coming home
we’ve got empty dinner plates
Sally’s teeth are falling out
and Benny’s cheques are bouncing
Timmy has run out of pills
bedridden Mother so demanding
so
tell me
tell me
tell me
please
if you want to save yourself
and everyone you love
you will tell me what I want to fucking hear
and all of the above
I’m at the end of the road, I’ve hit a block.
My so-called life journey, has come to a stop.
With no hope in sight, only blood soaked in fear, I waltz to my grave;
dance of death is now here.
So I’ll tie up my secrets and toss out the key,
knowing that one day,
that stone will be me.