Poison

Are you the one that makes me go

round and round and round and round

holding on to what you did to save me,

to save me.

Were you the one that made me go

round and round and round and round

like a whelp wailing on forever,

forever.

I’m not the one to sacrifice a little smudge,

my little smudge.

In a pulpit full of tar and poison

and poison.

You said I had my Father’s eyes

hands around my neck I died

just because I fucking love my Mowgli,

my Mowgli.

Just because I needed someone to hold me,

to hold me.

I need someone

To hold me

To hold me

I found a place where I’m not lonely.

You’re lonely?

A warm embrace

My child’s face

My Poison

My Poison

The Pilgrim is dead in a new made bed

My poison

My poison