Birthday in Slutty Ocotber
Lonely night In the beginning of October My eyes feel as sand bags, And my forehead, rough and dry, My arm, limp, dangling, And still, in those dreams without sleep, Reaching, reaching I’ve come a way And I haven’t yet arrived My lips are dry, My mouth blooms desperation Crackled voice, I am that plant pushed aside Collecting dust, And where I’m placed, With these shady stories Gamut holidays, Always in the distance, in target Is it a sin to feel somewhat weak? Is it a weakness to feel somewhat tired? I love how these hands shake Already waving goodbye Through these crooked halls Jagged nails beaming out The ripping sound As I watch my skin painted with ruby sweat Beginning of lonely October And the 26th day Is where I’ll remember cake and cries Where I wasn’t so tired And my eyes were of a different tint Tricky, slutty October You have not yet fooled me But I remember you wellI fear I was born old Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 01:20 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Lonely night..."