with a girl who’s almost dead
Then drag her cold and sullen frame,
upstairs to my bed
Her naked body cool and damp,
her pasty skin quite soft
Looking to the headboard;
her departed sister floats aloft
Wondering when it was I died,
for heaven this is not
This filthy place where I reside,
it seems that time forgot
Clammy; as I feel her breasts,
her eyes are sunken in
With a tongue that feels and tastes like ash,
where do I begin
The treasure that she once did have,
between those flaccid legs
Has withered to a dusty gash,
and smells a bit like eggs
Once the apple of my eye,
she is now just a rotten core
A pile of dirty dank debris,
my lovely private whore
The road maps on her arms and legs,
could lead across the state
Breath of stale tobacco and scotch,
she’s leading me to hate
Where is that gal that I once knew,
before the booze and dope
Seems to me that both our lives,
are dangling by a rope
As the dirt rolls down her legs,
I thought I heard her gasp
Working up this lifeless peg,
I work toward her asp
Day breaks through the tattered shades,
again I feel defiled
For the sight of this has haunted me,
since I was a child
Never have I followed the rules,
never been quite sane
In my next life if I chose,
I’d pick this girl again
So laying here in our stench,
there is a smile upon my face
I have worked for my whole life,
to conjure up disgrace
My final footsteps have led me here,
to this place of ill repute
I’ve gotten just what I deserved,
a taste of poisoned fruit
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