Sensitivity
Animate my corpse in a bored prayer of sorts;
"Dear Abyss, wrap me up in wool, spare me your lie;
R&D is ROI; give an inch, take your sweet time. Leave me couched and attrite"
Damascus bound, and I'm snatched by the pound
And i kiss all the rabid dogs
Swine before pearls; it's the end of the world as we know it
And I'm having fun with a knife and a line
Waste all precious time
"Got a better offer? No? Or just sensitivity? Let me know; I've got a right to flush it out if I do so please, now, adieu"
"Why are you depressed?"
"Ah, my life is a curse - like a mild schizophrenia"
"I had you once - you were sweet!"
"I was drunk!"
"Now you're cold and bitter, with wrinkled and weary eyes"
"I've made my bed I'll piss in it if I do so please, now adieu"
Every week I sit back as my senses all careen
I'm not wicked
I'm just a strange, dissonant being; tired and awake
"Got a better offer?"
"No - there's just sensitivity"
"Lend me an oar. I've got my id, i'm not a threat"
