Sick.

It's sick the way she needs it.
Sad and sick.
Needs someone to lift her when she's up and kick her when she's down
She wants to run
She wants to yell
She wants to fight
She wants to straight up
Fuck
This shit
Psychosomatic bullshit
Give me my line
Of cookie crumbs leading to this great prize
That they all preach of.
Heaven
Doesn't allow sex
Between members
Of any sex
Being good doesn't sound that good anymore.

Whoops I did it
Threw up and you stepped in it
Cherish it between your toes it is freedom
Of speechreligionsexualorientationpoliticalaffiliation

They whisper behind soft hands
As they say what they have to say and  Smile

Practice for your first time
It wont be the best time
Trust me

With your gold give me your jewels your soul
I will wear them like badges on the inside of my heart
And weep
That mine will never be so clean
As your virginal conscience.