You
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Having given in to an unusual style of doom
a thought that has no back up room
the dead end blocks and the look of the resentful eye
and in my death I won’t say hi
Having pushed off the unwanted kiss in a gentle style
you still wave your hand as I pass by
even as my blood clots with all the thoughts
of your enclaves that end up in graves
Looking at you from below
your nostrils pumping, sweat drops glow
Is this the vision of pleasure or decay?
I’ll take my discontent, but you’ll remain
with my bones, hair, and teeth
Push me down a rocky cliff
I will dress in my best things
as you wait by my closed door
please don’t make a fuss, give me some more
Dig me home under brown earth
I won’t wiggle I promise
Dress the grass with flowers only
just don’t fuckin say you know me
When you throw me in the water
brandishing your father’s totem
just push my head ten inches down
you’re boring me… please be done
I will give you one more guess
from the words you don’t possess
It’s your fuckin disadvantage
that we don’t speak the same language
It has come to this at last
there is nothing to discuss
I will keep my breath for others
Do your thing, just please don’t bother
If you want to have your reason
over my paternal treason
you must shut my mouth tight
and hold my hands down until die
so be it
so be it
so be it
so be it
I will rest in dark alone
I will eat the roots from below
I will float with waves to come
I will linger in the dawn
I will haunt the moors at dusk
I will flail in space at last
There is nothing you can score
I have everything and more
HOLE 