empty cavities

come skipped generations
and let them
compare growth
when dreams fill with fallen teeth and negligence and lonesome deaths
and i ignore them, torture them
i hate them i hate them i hate them
but they love me
quavering fallen lips ask for me
they beg for me
but i humiliate and i crush
damage done beyond repair
there are no returns marked on his pair
glorious pasts.. danger and glory
exotic stories
nothing nothing nothing
no love exists in my country
no no no
no youthful bliss exists
no
i am old i am old i am old
i have been picked over i have lost
i am done
but
you can be happy i allow you to be
go ahead be happy
love, i free you
its only the venom that makes you paralytic
and its curable curable curable
run amok in youthful frantic glory
and i will protect you from all the dropping bloody hearts
they all happen to be mine
they will burn your skin
they will push holes through the earth
they will not help you survive
they are bitter to taste and hard to cook
run from them run as hard and as fast
but don't despise them
of late nothing good has come
a man once said to me
honey i am sorry to say
but their will be no grand orchestral music
life is dry and you will die craving
darling there is nothing to win here
there is nothing to fight
it is not this town
that makes you miserable
how silly you are to stand alone
its not bravery
child its foolishness
its fatal
it breeds questions
have i been here too long?
love,you are too late
you are already burned
your not innocent anymore!