it's like jamming religion down my my throat
this cult
these Wu Tang Clan fanatics
rub me the wrong way
maybe If I listened
deep down
I'd feel it deep into my veins
I wouldn't be so hungry
so goddamn tired
and listlessly pour metal
through my head phones
I'd sober up immediately
and wake you from this bad dream
because the last time we checked
it was never about that
or this
but the other thing
the smoke filtering your lungs
the muse stealing your insight
(me)
but there's no you
to connect the sentence
with
and hurts
clean edges
that's what I desire
no crooked paths
twisty and long
screwing up my trail
making me follow you
if you could kiss as easily
as swift and pure you
dismiss the sunshiny mirage
that faint vision flickering like
flame on the horizon if we could
do that, where would we be?