I had an oversupply of fuck yous

That nobody knew

Came

From

Me

I can hear it in the distance

Bleeding the sound

That can be heard miles

And miles

And miles beneath burdened ground

I can feel it

Even under a whisper

Sensations plague my senses

Without my permission

Like military transistors

And lust craves my very essence

Sad and lonely suffers my bones

Left me

Dropped

Lava

Melted

Deep

Ratchet

Between dark alleys

And ancient cobblestones

Tears heavy like bricks

Pots so deep it was hard to mix

The word fix with exist

And my inner twitch was hard to resist

Because

I

Still

Love him

His lips

Drip

Melted candle sticks

Was a bad trip

Standing beyond this cliff

Waiting for pigs to fly

And I had an oversupply of fuck yous

That nobody knew

Came

Directly

From

Me