And I sigh into the night
Screw Whirled Peas
I need my own
But it's still a foggy soup
Unlike your clarity
Coincidently; It's not
Devious serpent
And I scream at the moon
The pain will bring me nothing
You will be the benefactor
Just bend me over the couch
That triumphant look on your face
A demon's narcissism
And I cry to the dawn
Calling the name I should have forgotten
Get the coffee off the stove
Another day of zombie like actions awaits
The cycle of the doomed
And I sigh into the night...