Pink Roses By GlassJaw
you like to carry my heart in a bag that’s broken.
you’re asking when do I stop?
when the bottle’s empty.
blacker than my father’s soul, drunk enough to raise us all.
so black you can’t even grasp the fact.
blacker than a beggar’s soul, rich enough to save us all.
lead with your need as god descends.
cold in the ground.
what gets me this down?
the smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
i want to drink you, scare you, fuck you and film you.