There are very few people who are going to look into the mirror and say, 'That person I see is a savage monster;' instead, they make up some construction that justifies what they do.

 i wore my sleeves down over my fist shaped heart

so i could forget these scars, you never forget do ya?


I wore a sheath over my starched brown cock so that i could forget you


But then theres me, I always remind me of you

and its a sunday so how could I forget you



white lights through the vitirine

new sights, fresh cut, new me




maybe thats easier,

ease up