This Particular Ledge

Have you ever wondered about the Minotaur's maze?
That's the first question that comes to mind while
I listen to harpies screaming, "Where'd my baby go?"

I just don't know
Then again I never looked
You see I was too busy lifting my numb-heavy arms
To bite at my fingers until they bled
I've got the unseeing eye splitting open the left side and...

Do you know what hate tastes like?
Cigarette smoke and oddly flat vodka,
Pockets full of loose change and butterfly bandages
Because you have to keep up; have to keep track

Dear God, where did the time go?
I seem to have spent it all in glorious preponderance
Where I write about crazy men and Shadow Pixies,
Somehow thinking my friends really are who and what they claim to be

You smell like come and beer. Go away, dirty things.

Let me rip your heart out and we'll make a little family.

Itty, bitty tiny family full of frozen hours and strained smiles
More like barroom abortions, if you must know
It'll be fun, this is what I will tell you with your birthday cake apple pie

Are you stupid?
Yes, as a matter of fact, you are
So eat up now, we don't want the desperation to get cold
Uh-uh, no we don't

Fucktard asshole

Look at me, making up words and smashing them together
Yes, yes, yes, I know it's still all about you,
Self-centered motherfucker that you are

Just give me a minute here, I seem to be all
Out of whack and it's funny how the less you swallow,
The less the crazy shows because you hide it under trepidation
And the overwhelming desire to keep on driving right past your own house
Because who wants to be inside of that when
The weather is so much better outside

Shut up.
I'm not listening anymore.

Hey! Did you know... I hope you fucking die?
So sweet, too sweet, fucking precious
Cavities and your corpse under my dancing feet

Goodnight, sordid truth.