Poison
Are you the one that makes me go
round and round and round and round
holding on to what you did to save me,
to save me.
Were you the one that made me go
round and round and round and round
like a whelp wailing on forever,
forever.
I’m not the one to sacrifice a little smudge,
my little smudge.
In a pulpit full of tar and poison
and poison.
You said I had my Father’s eyes
hands around my neck I died
just because I fucking love my Mowgli,
my Mowgli.
Just because I needed someone to hold me,
to hold me.
I need someone
To hold me
To hold me
I found a place where I’m not lonely.
You’re lonely?
A warm embrace
My child’s face
My Poison
My Poison
The Pilgrim is dead in a new made bed
My poison
My poison