Bleeding Rain

LOSING THE JOB TO DIRECT FFXV
BLOWS
HARDER AND WITH MORE TYRANNY THAN CHARLEMAGNE HIMSELF
I WEEP
MY SOUL CRACKED AND CONTUSED
SPIT INTO THE MOUTH OF HELL
AND WAIT FOR US TO MAKE OUT
LIKE LAST NIGHT
THE BLACKEST OF THEM ALL

Random Encounters, Intentional Pain

GAPING MAW OF THE MONSTROUS SOUL
TORTURED, BRUISED, BEATEN
BLACKER THAN A MOONLESS NIGHT
AND LACKING TWICE THE GUIDANCE
MY HEART, SHATTERED LIKE GLASS PANES ON THE SIDEWALK
OUTSIDE OF YOUR APARTMENT
WHY
DID YOU HAVE TO
BE
SUCH A GIANT WHORE
WITH A HEART WEAKER THAN SCOTCH TAPE
AND A PELVIC THRUST TO MATCH