Overcrowded Head

The erotic scratches deep inside my chest
Manifest to a grotesque bloody mist
An image so free it is dismissed
By the people that can not rest
Blow out the semen
Now you can rest a while
Blow out the man
Pink and red splattered on the tile
End the pointless chatter
I could go on but it doesn't matter
Sleep makes one even more tired
I don't dream, that guy has retired
Alone with me, myself, and I
Do it and don't think twice
Because God will be a self sacrifice