♫Spit in my mouth and tell me that you love me♫


I have been lying in this bed since April 2009
My crippling pain
Could explain
My lack of
Life desire

I’m not going to die from it
They may commit me
If I don’t soon show resolve
But at least
For this week
I’m not suiciding
Anymore

Tracy Emins bed
Has nothing on the bottles
And the decaying food
That surround me
Or the creatures that
Run over my face at night
When I finally
Sleep

Yeah
This is fucking art
Can’t you see
I’ll take a tenner
And that smug look
For my
Micro-economy