Harvest Lane

My first memory is sticking a key in an electrical socket Then wanting to be a fireman We used to smash our toys when we got tired of them Then we tried to dig a hole to China One of the older boys brought me behind the couch Made me pretend I was a girl I'll never forget the orange and brown fabric We let my pet rabbit loose and threw rocks at it Lighting fires, pissing in the toy box Being a kid was weird Don't tell my mom Don't tell my mom Don't tell my mom Don't tell my mom what I've done The next thing I can remember is waking up one day To my mom not being there, and her blood smeared everywhere Footprints all over the kitchen, splashed on the TV cabinet It was so red True Crime books always tell you it's brown But I remember it being really red Not like a wound but like a dog's dick Don't tell my mom Don't tell my mom Don't tell my mom Don't tell my mom what I've done Now I just let it eat at me The distractions are pointless Drinking and smoking, snorting, running Popping, laughing, and cumming Honest comedy Relics of repressed memories Pieced back together right where it all went wrong Pull back the skin to see my smile Grinding my teeth until they're loose Were you lucky enough to drift out of your body At the perfect moment to watch innocence die? When it happens, it's beautiful as it is horrible The misery of an escape I can barely facilitate