I feel yester night’s fuck for days to come.
Days to come, days to come, days to come.
I feel yestermorn's fuck later nights,
Sore nights, lonely nights, alone nights.
I interrogate my feelings beyond the pain.
I condemn myself for the dirt I can't shake.

I'm mentally retarded to take this so seriously.
To think so deeply, to fuck sincerely.
I haven't sinned so much to God than
To myself, bitterly, coherently, sincerely.
Fuck the world; I've fucked myself up.
Fuck the world; I'm no one to anyone.

A lazy day in the snowed-in-sunshine
I feel the pain.
A cool afternoon with a blue moon
I curse the ache.
A lonely night I'm coiled alone in bed
I cry myself to sleep.

Constantly,
Jarringly, forlornly...
The ache obscures everything.