skin the cat

purple moped with a bright pink suit, baby, i woulda like’d it before but now it’s just not so cute. you made these fingers thristy, this flesh beg for more, but this wasn’t a relationship, i wasnt’ your boyfriend and you were just a whore, so what am i complaining for? wouldn’t it be easier to forget about you all together, i want to, but i’ve found no ease in this effort, no hand to seek as comfort… everyday dreams and death takes another away from me in this life and i just have to much to love to worry about you, and your purple moped with a bright pink suit.

eric w. desselle