Becoming fond of acting as a husk
A shambling mess of limbs and tissue
Devoid of sense or purpose, I beg
A life without a proud existence
I am a soul without a host
A saint with lack of parish
My spirit forever vagrant
That’s why I’m digging through your trash
My will has faltered, my body follows
An empty shell that has fully hollowed
Eternal punishment, an endless drought
Shoveling marinara into my mouth
I am a shell looking for hope
Or change, if you can spare it
My pockets are rather barren
That’s why I’m eating from your trash
Without a clue, this soap stains my teeth deep blue
I lack a reason, I think this sawdust will give good season
The Gods have forsaken me
I’ll suck your dick if it means I get ice cream
