deaf ears bleed for wounded heart throbs
if only to stop my heart for a six short minutes
and now i can see the finish line
could you rock my world now
could you rock my world, pretty boy?
ear, ear to fucking ear, child
i will give her a red velvet scarf
and a pearl necklace
but how do you make any sense of this?
mommy isn't coming back
but there is more room in the bathtub
for one more bloated corpse
one more slit fucking wrist
i wish i could say more
a broken nose speaks for itself
read and debate
but the only thing you know
is the violence
its the only thing you know
alone and cold in lincoln park
after a saturday night circus