Monday, 30 July 2012

  • Fickle Whore

     

     

     

     

     

    Fuck you, inspiration

    you come and go like rain

    here then gone, i'm strung along

    it's driving me insane

     

    You burst in through the front door

    ubiquitous and free

    you quench my thirst, then leave, i'm cursed

    You hide yourself from me

     

    Absent inspiration

    You've left me on the floor

    waiting for the only cure

    your knock upon my door

     

    They say that lucks a lady

    and hope's a sandy shore

    and then there's you, red hot, then blue

     A fickle, fucking whore!

     

     

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