a punch to the dick
these are the nights that apathy tastes
like the first time your grandmother
gave you a sip of gin
the poison that would run through
your veins the rest of your life
yet watching the woman of your dreams
walk away haunts every dream
each step a punch to the dick
trying to pen the perfect poem at three
in the morning while needing to take
a shit in some sleazy motel in the
middle of nowhere
the poet never gets the girl
only gets to listen to the stories of the
popular fucks and turn them into the
assholes they deserve to be
look out your window and watch a cat
chase a bird as a butterfly chokes on
a hazy summer nightmare
there once was promise in those skies
now, you only think about how soon
does death greet you in the middle
of the night
another glass of gin
you’ve been preparing for this
all your life
Horror Sleaze Trash 