A song comes on that perhaps, he used to play
And dragging on a meagre joint, rolled expertly as he lies naked in bed
He tries to sing once again
Cracked and strained he can’t give up, the notes
Linger in the smokey air
The stale smell of disappointment, despair
Leaning over, he ashes into the horrible skull pot that squats among its poisons
Half drunk beers, sickly flavoured water, wrappers
Like an allegory of death in some dutch still life
What will become of you?
Orphan of hardship, thrust out fiercely into a betraying world
Drowned kittens buried in buckets
Love lost, don’t stay here too long
Licking your rollies and your wounds
Youth doesn’t wait, you know,
Its gone so soon
You surrender the wrong way by clinging sadly to whats gone
Your kisses are filled with angry passion and I let you devour me
Because I am so much younger and stronger than you
Pain has not worn me away
I can stay, for a while
In this place, sleeping together in the day
Maybe I can give you some of my peace
Ambitious plans for a hole
That you desperately fill
Oh oui baby, i’ll hold you tonight
The teenage mother, the child bride
To this man, this orphan,
who wishes to come inside
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