Wash it white, I can’t, there’s too much blood this time, one day, I won’t have the rhyme, stuck there, with a reflection, of an old man, and his, one day she’ll come on my lap, and I’ll say, I haven’t had enough, anyways, he stayed there, watching her, breasting boobily, all sweaty and wet, asking me if I’m hard yet, should we go again?

Anyways, he died there, waiting, last I heard, a girl named Elaina, was looking for me, I don’t think I can wait, for me to come into her life, take her last breath, make her my wife,

Anyways, I’m trying to escape, what this web, its spinning, she's making me come, right round, very round, anyways, I don’t think I’ve had enough, let me feast for thirty days, see if I’ll commit, to this life,

One day, I’ll build a kingdom, I’ll call out hierarchy, and my wife will come to me, crown on her head, taking my last breath, she’ll be my queen, my life,

Anyways he cried an ocean of tears, and the moon swayed in the sky, she said she’ll wait for me in the next life,

A night with Maitreya, I just heard a little girl, speak about maggots, feasting on her flesh, but with me it wouldn’t be like that, you’d be a goddess, a soft caress, and I’m in love,

Yeah, men are probably all the same, nope, you’re wrong, some are blue, and if they knew you, they would greet you, with a stake in the heart, slay the vampire, and claim his power,

Well, its yours now, what are you going to do with it?

Should I call out hierarchy, watch the servants come to me,

Or should I say go on, I dare you to forsake love,

Anyways, when he learned that lesson,

He cried a river of tears,

But its okay, you can feed on me, I’ll give you what you need, introduce you to the family,

One day you’ll say, okay big brother, I guess I’ll love her,

Take my piece of the pie and be quiet, it seems class was in session,

In my last lesson, I undressed the teacher with my eyes, daydreamed how I would make her my wife,

Ah, high school, what a life,

I was young then, I also fantasized about Jessica Alba, she was stuck in my head,

Anyways, now I just dream of Olivia Casta’s breasts,

Oh, what I would do to see them wet,

Anyways, maybe I’m not allowed to say this stuff,

Maybe they’ll take it all away from me,

What will these words do, left on the internet,

I feel like I’ve climbed a mountain, but I’m not forty yet, there must be more in store, yes?

I wonder what god will give to me,

Make me do, maybe I’ll give you a clue,

Of those old lessons, I heard they built civilisation beneath me,

One day, these crows will get greedy, they’ll feast on me,

And I’ll brand them, like Jesus stamped his name, on everything,

The Buddhists aren’t so bad, but they could use more passion,

But don’t you know, that’s the source, of eternal suffering,

I’d laugh, I’d say your soul is eternal, and you’re spending it eating air, the dew, wondering what’s fair,

Some of these kids haven’t learned, to look above them, even Buddha had a father, what do you think, of that position, its reality would echo out, the truth would be indelible,

On the surface a hint, of your father, relax, I know how he operates,

I wonder if a test is coming up, what would I do, if I was caught, without this love,

What would I say, if he came, asked me how I’m treating my little sister, seeing the edge, of me lusting after her, sweet brunettes,

He would understand, he places heaven in the weirdest places, and I think he knows I’m satiated,

I wonder when, if they’ll offer a sacrifice,

Pick me up for forty cents, call it a life, its possible its not enough,

I might need,

A river of blood.