I look at you now / you ask me what I see?
An empty shell of a once proud ventrilaquist doll.
No strings attached/ only proud to be alive when-
The touch of a women would turn you into a man.
You want to be real?
Not another conformist puppet.
Reality gave you a clue when you banished me from your world.
You felt the pain of the daggar in your chest
Alcohol your vice to cope with-
The blame for your misfortune.
The guilt you wanted me to feel.
The sympathy you wanted me to give you.
The mercy you wanted me to serve you.
At my feet
Your tail between your legs
Begging for the forgivness/ and the love that you need
Only 21
An alcoholic on a twisted plane
The regection of the love you once had-
Like a Crushing blow
Like a shot gun wound
I watch the rigamortis slowly set in