Same Same
Calendar's broken
When I jiggle it in the dark
It moans, like a battery dying
When I poke it in the light
It crusts and curls Post-coital-like
Mauled and given
Same Same
Confused memories
Have I become the person I always feared
Becoming
Or is this another acid-prank
Time-out
Time ... Out
Same Same
Delay and betray
Going through the motions
Motionlessly
Prayers to an angel
Yet to fly
While God's off on the piss
Again
Same Same
The ink runs back up the pen
The computer keys push my fingers away
When thoughts collide
The sin becomes the sacrament
And every soul-bleached morning
Brings a whup-ass daddy from
Hell Home, hungry and horny for tears