Six

You once were lean but now you’re fat:
And you’ve achieved your trivial success.
It does not seem to matter to you that
You’re a complete and utter mess.

Don’t think that no one’s seen the games you play.
Your victories are triumphs of defeat.
There’re some can smell the rank decay
Within your rotten soul. You vicious cheat.

There with the grace of God you go. More cruel
Than I can even dare to formulate
A wish to be. You stand up proud and well,
A tare for other tares to emulate.

I do not like to think that your facade
Could be an image of myself gone bad.

She:

Clammering in veins
Bashing a wall
Festering turmoil
Hammering fuck all

He:

It was over in a moment
You do not have to moan
I didn’t even mean it
Why go on and on?

Why don’t you keep it to yourself? You think
That all you have to do is let it all
Hang out. You’ll never find your missing link
By your ridiculous love call.

It may make you feel better but you don’t
Connect with me. You only aggravate
Our situation by the fact that you won’t
Realise I much prefer to masturbate
Than to make love with you. The only way
To make me want to want you as before
Is to convince me that you’ll not betray
A trust your lies have rotted to the core.

The past is gone and I am left forlorn.
Hatred’s not dead and love’s not yet reborn.

She’s my woman
I’m her man

I’m her eggs and bacon
She’s my frying pan

I’m her lot
She’s all I’ve got
– like water to a drowning man.

I want someone to care for
          someone near
          someone dear
          someone to live and die for
          someone to paint the sky for
          someone who doesn’t chatter
          someone who doesn’t matter

I could really be free
If that someone were me