“As Fucked As Me”
OutOfExile_IDR – © 2003
Listen to a reading of this poem (1:04)
I can’t swallow… I can’t see!
Pride? How do I stop your echoing lies?
Truth? Do you know these words in your reality?
“I won’t keep you from all that remains of you”
Isn’t that exactly what you do?
Every other day you change the way
you turn the screw, driving it through.
This paper seems as fucked as you!
When will you let me up off the floor?
C’est votre marque d’amour.
Just another dark familyless night.
It’s cold in the bathroom as I slip out of sight,
but it’s warm where you say I belong, isn’t that right?
Then why is it so full of strife?
This paper looks as fucked as life.
Her name means life–that’s what I’ve lived for.
Stolen from me by your love and lore
’til “life” doesn’t even know me anymore.
This picture looks fucked,
as your hate slams the door!
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