Running Out of Neck - Beaten Back To Pure

I stand.

naked and alone

Staring.

at my neighbors fuck

Fingering.

a rusted bear trap

That I found like it was a gift from God

Failure is my strongest suit

God’s greater plan

From the tit to life support

To the term of jesters court

Running out of neck, but much too soon

There must be better days for me on the horizon

Pass the failure wine until the end of time

Running out of neck, but none too soon

They fly lay circles and then watch me die alone

Mountains to more hills

Tending to the still