Another day of victory, wait its not quite over... Long legs have been chopped in half, walking bull-legged over moons of glass. Streets of passion long for the prints of my beat up shoes... Amuse this tired human, I am coming, bleeding booze. The leaves hold life, Im jealous, instant envy flows within... Take me as this no1 cuz i'll never know a friend... a friend.. a friend. Stilts that carry heartless chests... bandaged from the bruises of the sins they now possess. I am ok, I am ok, Im not ok.. but I am.
Another day of victory, wait.. almost.. its nearing end... My stomachs tossed and turned, im bent in agony again. A quest has been abandoned... the wings ripped from the bone... An ashtray full of sorrow only I and Satan own.. I own.. I own. A breath that leaves welts on the skin, belts that rape the lifeless... Im soaking in my own filth once again... Once again. I am ok... I am ok... Im not ok.. But I am. -Anna
