The stars come out
And beckon me as they call
The leaves congregate by my door like a Christian devout
And I feel scant and small
Bang my fist against the wall
Come inside and make me fine
In this life I strive to be less banal
Thus go ahead and drink some more wine
I want to tear my skin into gaping holes
God only knows, I have tried to be a good girl
And guilt has become my vitality's control
Despite what you may think; I man am an oyster without a pearl
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