Bed + Words ?

It's those sick and undying love songs
that everyone fucking listens to
  It's the absurdity and repulsion, the happy chlamidia
It's that sick circle,
that mad hatter on the rock
It's the end of the Davinci era,
 the end of Life Imitating Art


It's that sperm in the well
  swimming for a whore's indifference
It's that aggravating nonchalance of the weather, earth defies thee
I dare you to promise me something more than consistent, I'll keep it real, as pschizo as thee,
This I tell me,
I vaunt you to give me the light, yeh right

My ovaries tied before my precious stillborn, who the hell would bear a child here?

It's the sick false and laughing Nazi lamp of life
It's the lack of genuinity and consideration

It's that preposterous search for immortality and cherry blood,
false sensations,
though in the end what lies true?

poetry and sex go together, right?