Dream #2
I am not feeling at all myself this morning-traditional Irish folksongs about whiskey and the devil are making me think of shame and the loss of innocence.
Called to bear my cross, and I light it on fire.
Scrapped my integrity for whiskey and empty sex-air filled with broken jazz and the colored light of a paper lantern.
I put out teeth and eyeballs to save my daughter in a dream.
Self-hatred is tearing me apart-but I’m finally learning how to love others.
Called to bear my cross, and I light it on fire.
Scrapped my integrity for whiskey and empty sex-air filled with broken jazz and the colored light of a paper lantern.
I put out teeth and eyeballs to save my daughter in a dream.
Self-hatred is tearing me apart-but I’m finally learning how to love others.