backseat confessional

[spiffinfinate]

ghostly outlined lies
self-hatered, failed chances
destiney of faithless cheap words,
and cowardly attempts at truth.
defintion escapes you
mirror handy? believe you?
buddha didn't sleep
on a bed of nails.
but snuggle up tight
here comes the sun
and your skin hasn't
seen something this warm
cold chills and goosebumps
of fear of authenticism
i wasn't something that just
happened to you?
go ahead, gasp for air
lick your hollow
pearly whites
clean of my blood.
junkie lookin' for a fix
crave this, seller's cheap
shadows have shallower eyes
graves warmer depths.
you'll never have enough
to pay for round two.