rough work, but we wouldnt have it any other way.

crazed young animals
either howl at the moon or let the vet put you to sleep
(hot or cold, never room temperature)
natural disasters
we will ruin everything that you hold in high esteem
rip open your head and see what makes you tick
now,
gutter stomp when the breakdown kicks in
fuck.
see me shining like pearls for the first time in my life
next to the perfect teeth in the magazines
compensate for being rotten on the inside with wit in spades
just pucks of pooks hill
dear you,
migrating east
tell me
are you running away or coming home for the first time?