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

Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.

When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief

Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists

I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out

Stray from tender infusion, 'cause docile doesn’t work. Embrace the fasting revolution, and prowl, where gluttony lurks. Survival of the fittest,

These Bleeding Cracks upon my Fa… Split and Crawl as they Retrace Tears Draining from my Eyes Broken; Gazing in Disgrace.

Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....

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.

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…

This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,

I can burn a page or two, forget a name with the thought of… Ignore the need, the pleas, but this thing I cannot do. I want to bring it to you,

Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter