Kisses to floor

 


Face down once again
From picking sores that
Well perhaps left unsaid
Definitely no need for waiting to bleed

Even those hungry ghost need a feed
Once every full moon at least
Seems that way finder of empty wine
Bottles the feeling deep in time
Of somber beating heart

The alcohol breaks the ice
Lubricants for those social misanthrope
Malcontent wanna give a fuck
Sure why not could be fun
Or atomically methodically single minded
Self destruction anyone

Cold shivers violent shakes
Company for the frozen turkey
Pay no attention to the broken meat sack
Soon discarded far corner the dump