Underside

I love me, I love me not, I love me, I love me not.
Who am I, cut myself…said so what,
I spoke to the mountains,
traded guts for garters,
shooting from the hip,
the world is loaded; you can live or die.
No one to pull you from your hole; you have all the power
I am on a tightrope going up & down back & forth.
Still shackled to this shadow
swimming to the surface
I would die for you.
Eyes that change from black to blue
Naked sunday, on my way home I hid in my coat,
just don’t ever want to move from this spot, Hot spot, G Spot, wet spot, desert dot, so what, perfect circle, turning the turtle, turn in your grave, lullaby, years go by…
Still can’t fly, but still getting high.
Hot blood rising, throwing fat into the fire
telling tales of a scorched earth!
We choose no kin, but adopt strangers!
No herd to follow, the future just tommrow; drowning in sorrow
happy or hollow?
It hurts to swallow, holding back – hurt so bad
Speak my language, validate me.
No one’s asking for the truth!
No one knows for sure; I don’t care anymore
everybody has there own opnion; not nothing, delerium, contempt, adoration
a postcard from elvis.

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fire, love, sadness, happiness, pain, identity, earth, kin, elvis and delerium