pissing blood
heard a bryan adams song
on the radio the other day
and i know none of
my fucking summers
growing up were ever
like that
yet another night of pissing
blood and seeing if it is
possible to replace it all
with jack daniels
you notice a neon soul
from across the room
she wants to shotgun a beer
and show you all the latest
trends in pubic hair
you can spot a broken soul
a mile away
and the first thing that comes
to your mind is drop to a knee
and produce a ring
and here come the nights
of loneliness
troubled dreams
funneled by the ecstasy of
whatever that woman in the
coffee shop was talking about
rinse and repeat
don’t worry, none of this
is real
just a broken dream
caught in the seams
of a tortured soul
Horror Sleaze Trash 