By Marshall R. M. Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2015 Nov 24
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Fucked Up.

our eyes,
openly allowing
to ask god to let me not be lonely,
Stone, laughing,

Laugh and laugh
and wonder aloud
if there is anything
of worth
worth letting crawl
all over your chest.

I make the piano play.

So tomorrow
is when we die,
it's when we stop her.

Speak to me;
all your wishes will come true.

Can't fake it:
all your wishes come true.

I'd eat pride alive,
I'd eat you alive.

You can't understand me,
can you?