Cry, Baby, Cry

Feed me

Feed me not because I whine

Feed me not because I whine for wine

Feed me not because I whine for wine or dad

Feed me not because I whine for wine or dad’s warm sheepskin

Feed me not because I whine for wine or dad’s warm sheep skin and dead eyes

 

Feed me because I can’t stop

Feed me because I can’t stop the salt

Feed me because I can’t stop the salt from burning

Feed me because I can’t stop the salt from burning me into bulimia

Feed me because I can’t stop the salt from burning me into bulimia and cyst filled joints

 

Cut

Cut the meat

Cut the meat from clouds

Cut the meat from clouds and rabbits

Cut the meat from clouds and rabbits with candied cocaine

Cut the meat from clouds and rabbits with candied cocaine and heroin filled pastries

 

Do not feed her cotton candy sentiment

What she needs is her stomach pumped

from dream sequences spawned from bad fruit.

Let her spill every poison and artificial color

till all she wants is caffeine free tea and sounds of gentle rain.

 

  • From your far away twin star

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