Beautiful disease   trying to stop those fleas   resist complacences   for what you seize   sinister laughing in back corners of my mind   provides my sustinence   a no handed attempt   a rude man at the front   the right bowed to but dead   accomplished undertone   shoveling to the def   out of your other lips   but making me happy   three in the front room   are fucking on top of my bed   uplifting opening   old scars thought of as healed   say your prayers for your hate   a nympho to yourself   and now my face it breathes my lies   and my lies, they make me drown