A Season in Hell -

This wildwest survived in my chest

I eat it and breathe it

I drink it I smoke it

I fight and I lie and I fuck with the best

I shall not rest

Pale, sad fingers race my vertebrae

I’m being chased and I’m not coming back

I’ve been fucked up, drunk since I woke

And I won’t stop

They’re not alive like I’m alive

Virgin spit on the crook of my hip

And I am gold again

She’s rolling me up like the cuggs of my sleeves

And that’s alright

Now that there’s a ghost in my mouth

There’s a reason my laugh’s an empty house

Remember what it means to be a child

Rest you head, get up again

Please, you alcoholic of a god

Electrocute me and roll me into the sea

Please, you alcoholic of a god

Just roll me into the sea