up to no good. down in the gutter.

this is the third time tonight that i've felt my head explode.
wanna lick the thoughts off the pieces of my broken skull?
wanna taste whats long been sickened, twisted, fucked untill it's dull?
will you digest the dreams and mysteries till i'm no longer beautiful?

your just my second choice.
lose your mind, you lost your voice.
all i wanted was to use you and abuse you,
baby, lust is my excuse.
your perfect world just crashed,
your bubble burst your problems smashed
wouldn't you rather be descreet?
don't your troubles seem much smaller
when they're just splinters in your feet?
can't you wait till you get home?
where the only comfort that you've known
comes from a dimebag alone?
come here love,
i'll make it better,
give me your soul,
i'll wash your feathers,
drink this bleach, i'll write you letters,
from this world to which i'm tethered.

this is my prized last place award,
not good enough to keep the critics floored,
soar on plastic angel wings you can't afford,
this feigned poetry remains ignored.
this is not a confession
its a death grip on your trust,
swear to god you saved the best for last
jaded perfect left to rust,
i swear to god i fucked your hope
and left it lieing in the dust.