Schizophrenia

There is blood on my strings From your song; it's still here But its dried leaving fumes Like the cum on your stairs And I've wondered about All the fluid we've shared And I wonder how much of his Sticks in your hair When I'm awake and afraid And just grossly unprepared For the next time the clock Gives me a minute to bare Myself, still wide alive And still refusing to lie But I'm so stuck in my bullshit And forcing the time Would it be impolite to ask of you F*ck out of my head And would you please, if you may Undo the lies that you led Untrace your fingers from my body Undo your lips around my dick And recall every time that I remembered your wits Remove the shadows from the trails Leading into the head Of the dunes where I might Leave your ring to be bred From anomaly to probably F*ck! There's you again Where in these halls is retreat From my life in your There's still blood on the cill And the floor from your hands And the ghost of your Fingertips runs up my back If I knew what to say Or to do, would it last Before my mind retreats Into cold, dark, and back Unveil scene: pale weird eyes And a wicked disguise Disgust, lust, and then hate And then human demise To this, anecdote, antidote Clip, normalize Till the blue haunting me is Just pale, shy gray eyes Please set me free