night called last night
i didn't answer
it didn't leave a message
it makes me cry
it watches me die
every day
i don't sleep alone
no sir not me
i have a lover
a pretty one too
her measurements are 38
caliber
one night
she will kiss me
goodbye
say life,
feel free to slam the door
on the way out
leave the lights on
and the tv blaring
they'll be turned off
by someone
my last great piece of ass
will be the death angel
i'll french kiss her
full on the mouth
we'll be naked together
I'll go home with her
i'll live there
i took a shower
i washed my hair
i'm dressed
in freshly laundered clothes
i look nice
i'll go out
maybe to the grocery store
alone
fuck it
i'll just order a pizza
never mind
i'm not hungry
I stand corrected,
My thoughts collected.
By higher knowledge,
I've been infected.
Through the mouth,
Or through the chin,
Come on gun,
Let's do it again.
- mistwalker (d. 2001)
Last update: Tuesday, June 19, 2001 13:50