Immortal

F*cked!
Spent from this rhyme
Sick of the waste
where are you going?
where have I been?
why won't the phone ring?
when will this picture burn?
if you love me;
if you want me
what happened?
I can't find my toys,
too lazy to do it myself.
go to bed with the want
we are better suited
anyhow...
ego bruised,
battered; now hollow.
you never knew me
the way you know
the me you wanted
that isn't who you
thought it was
C*nts peaked
in the absence
in denial
apathetic glance
sympathetic dreams
rigid fragility
forced mortality
I'd suck you dry
to be immortal
I expect as much from you,
love.