11/6/2024
Blades of grass, razor sharp
Like every bitter word you harp
I lay upon your thorny bed
To rest my heavy, hollow head
Back pressed flat on needle pricks
Enjoy the pain that you inflict
Hurling insults upon my chest
Throw one more… I behest
Deserve'd is the tortured haze
For all I've done, my sour ways
The toll is mine, lest I preach
Never will I escape your reach