My memory bank leaves me filthy ri… even in that often thought of ditc… Loved ones so terrified of the sid… imagine me all dirty, choked, and… My tender

In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect

I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…

These words left unsaid, keep our… and everyone one of them scored, r… ~ The time spent without your care… and reciting a psalm out of tune; gained it’s value the moment you l…

I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,

The sun rises quietly, and in soft… it paints. In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima… it reaches out. Waking those in need of light, cal…

Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.

When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.

Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.

Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;

I don’t know exactly how this came… but likely began with seed of doub… Or the question of truth, and getting no clue. So I filled in the blanks,

The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.

I was talking with myself a little… When promptly did I learn, that t… And having finally found out, once… —He was without a doubt making no… Until I thought, in that moment I…

Anna Sleaze is diseased. Like Typhoid Mary, and fucked with ease. Always with a “Please!” And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”

She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;