Hell - Disclaimer

Your name is stitched into my back

A rejection jersey I can’t get out of

Unwanted metronomic fool

Stuck in a groove and damned never to topple

In the end

The love you take

Is inversely proportional

To the love you make

Though I’m plastic flash on your life

You’re my Siamese twin removed by hacksaw

My phantom limb that wakes me up

To find that I’m still on the rape rack, howling

In the end

The love you take

Is inversely proportional

To the love you make

And I wonder if I’ve died and gone to hell

It doesn’t seem all that unlikely at this point

And I know there is no chance of this ending well

So I just hope there is an ending

Your pissing face in the clouds laughs

Wadded-up piece of paper in a puddle

Naive prose, still half-legible

But you won’t let me salvage myself, will you?