Self-abuse because I can't speak my I, me and mines that
belong to me. I'm supposed to be free. Pensive calls, family
claws -I am not mine I am my people. I can't do for me i'm
never free, I lost sight so wide confused. Am I ever in the
circle right? 
                              She'll never love me because
I'm true. I'm sick of losing to the group and by that all
but to myself the hell of choice my freedom found my feet
encased in the cement filled ground. Lost to drown. Wear all
my yesterdays as a frown. Guilty conscience I owe you so
much for finding me lost and sad slut. Tape my mouth cut my
vein sleep till black can rein. It's thte best choice you'll
ever make for me. 
                               Kill the beast then we'll
feast. It was so confused it turned and rolled its eyes in
to its open skull. It's blood so wet. Its time to meat. I'm
looking round for an open seat. I'm numb the air I'm numb
the sun. cold metal gun in all that's fun. So shoulder tense
and ranging eyes both hands poised to swat the flesh flies.
Rubbing alcohol, tin can cut my gender i'm not your man. My
slave wears me around my wrist -no you've got it backwards
its me who's missed. One-ing against a wood planked floor
splinters inject I ask for more. Wooden life I am not well.
Upstanding youth I cannot tell. Still lost inside my paper
bag. Pin me timeless phermaldahyde. Torture of an endless
day. Books and page scream you FACE. Your pretty face it
wore you well now give way to time -your hell. Worn handles
of an instrument they still play so our souls can lament.
And pressing now is all the debt, not financial, and still
not yet,

-- payed at once.