Have you ever taken a ride on the Silverado (strip club) longer than expected? Then, turned around and saw yourself hiding in the corner (lights flashing) ? In the morning (iron cast) Shadows leap (laugh) In your crimson-tide re-fuckin-dick-u-less thoughts. Nicotine laced finger dressed in thorns of dragonflies. weeds. unmentionables. cut-glass. Seven sins? I wish it were that few. Maybe I could escape...maybe even... laugh in the faces of Titus. Mercury. Rising. Steadily. I'm escaping (drowning) from the perfect (fucked-itity-titalation) of mankind. Take my hand. Come with me. - Where's my soul, fucker? And what did you do with my mind? I've seemed to misplace it. And I think you know where it hides. - I shouldn't care for you. I should hate your self-indulgent withering... kind. It's too bad I can't help myself from loving. liking. taking. talking. fucking. You. You've turned me into something that I'm not. I start with you today because your number 2 or 8 or 50 on the list. I love you. Hate you. Want you. Take you. Forgive me or rather graciously thank me for being so blunt. I want to capture you and put you in the back with the rest. I don't want to think about your... potential? I love you. Want you. Fuck you. Today.