A bout of unrequited shit

Burning tyres and I watch
But what a witness!
Burning me and burning through your fine curves
we´ve seen the end and it´s tight scalding heat

We hug their murder and go off in coffins like missiles
We hug their fained tongues pretending we didn´t hear
We be like lime lambs
Abbatoir fleas we are

Burning in the carcass fires
Jumping up as if heaven was reachable
Thanking god after each lashing
not willing to turn the mirror to it´s glassen side

The grins we wear equipped to face daily life
The lines a comedian keeps for those awkward moments
We are those lines those parasites
Scared to face the real unpleasant reality

Burning tyres GOD car bombs
His laughter thunder
His fist in my face
My low tread of god code patience
My end rolling into solitude

May he fast forward purgatory
him with the remote
I think he slow modes me
while i suffocate another bout of unrequited love
for a world that doesn´t give a fuck