The Dirty Pleasure

Not really sure what this about, just wrote it off the top of my head one evening while packing to go away

They say that nothing matters,

And that your life is mine

They'll set your broken jaw back

Anethetise

I drain the fluids from you

Devoted to the trial

I'll dig your weeping wounds

For messages

Then I feel a pull and posture

A simple psychophant

The dour rain comes falling

On my head

But I never sought you out

I never ran you down

I never rusted damned in the dirt

I draw the dawns sweet picture

I caracature in blood

No other vaunted pleasure

Would be enough

To whip sway the dirty moments

Born within my head

A desperate reception waiting

By my bed

But I never asked for that

And I never said I would

A man caught between the breeze

And falling leaves

I should have believed

In me.