So God damn easy to write this. You make it spill off the page. So drunk on yourself, self-righteous. A laughing stock of your own * stage. . Oh but I ain't one to call names. Or throw stones in
Down, chemical sacrament,. Blasphemous prayer. Deliver me from this. So serene apocalypse. . Just make me * numb,. Deaf, blind and * dumb. Return to sacred sleep. . This could be my requiem,.