MY LOVES NOT A STORY, IT'S MORE OF A CONVERSATION PIECE
Please please please let me go
Pre and post the time of skeletons and witches
You are my two and only Scorpios moons
Split me up and dice the pieces of pure flawed heart
It's a fever I can't sweat out for sure
The winding Road runs straight and yet so unravelled
Autumn's golden coat gloats and taunts my natural progression
Of rushing head down and going nowhere
Empty room filled with the fall out clique
Surrounded by the wicked bachelors and second chancers
I'm gonna need a lobotomy
To get you right out of me
Youre like an ear worm in the brain
That's quickly making me insane
But not like with jealousy
More like psychopathicly
Youre a 9.5 out of 10
Check your wall at 3am
No escape but to shed the skin of snake I bacame
Ride on the wings of ridiculous serpents repent
Thrown on the sword of bygones and old bones
The ghosts of my Piers enjoying my tears
Hysterical hyenas of envious haters
Willing me to fall and crash and burst into flames
Fuck them and fuck you and fuck me too
I'm gonna need a lobotomy
To get you right out of me
Youre like an ear worm in the brain
That's quickly making me insane
But not like with jealousy
More like psychopathicly
Youre a 9.5 out of 10
Check your wall at 3am
By Terry Rowlands
(sometime in 2018)