the world, its going for cheap, and so am i
A long long time ago
i was little and i hid underneath my bed
and then i grew a bit bigger
and i hid underneath my clothing, inside a walking shell
empty of anything good
and choking on the anger that was inside
and then i grew some more
and so did the anger, and the pain
and the misery started to leak out through my skin
vivid red and foreboding and something intoxicating
emotional blood-letting
not just for the dark ages anymore, unless you fancy yourself
a pundit
and the parallel between the waning of pubescence and a dirty,
unenlightened era is too tempting
(whore metaphor)
i was little and i hid underneath my bed
and then i grew a bit bigger
and i hid underneath my clothing, inside a walking shell
empty of anything good
and choking on the anger that was inside
and then i grew some more
and so did the anger, and the pain
and the misery started to leak out through my skin
vivid red and foreboding and something intoxicating
emotional blood-letting
not just for the dark ages anymore, unless you fancy yourself
a pundit
and the parallel between the waning of pubescence and a dirty,
unenlightened era is too tempting
(whore metaphor)