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There is a constant humming in the background, and then I realize its all coming from my head.

A tension in my shoulders thats tighter than a nuns habit.

A demon in the dreams I have and its always of You.

I lie cheat and steal just for a glimpse of You.

This coward lives inside a carcass of a better man.

But still a man non the less who is lost on this trail of personal swine.

Wash my coarse hair mixed with pale intoxicating wine and quietness.

I am really nobody that real anyway, all to the feel.

I smell vinegar from upstairs, I am a running tap.

Peel the corrosive skin tags off breasts fully endowed with voluptuousness and the lust of because.

Play my song joyfully from instruments made of lovers bones, lute strings from red heads hair.

We beckon we pray, we really have no idea and are kidding ourselves.

This chemical platonic melody is sung playfully by vicarious redeeming demigods.

For whoever dares wishes wishes they must answer thus.

"I am forever part of you, skin rash and belly piercing art"

Cough in my upward direction, I am of the devil and underground.

Dru