vincent armone - part 3

I bathe in a tub of razor blades
and dry off with sand paper
were pajamas of barbwire
and shave with acid
lay down on a bed of nails
and cover up with sheets of fire
drift to sleep and hope for nightmares
If I dropp dead during the night, it would be a blessing

But everyday I rise to a spitefull sun
and have maggots for breakfast
get dressed in false colthes
and drive a imposter of a car
arrive at work that always smells of fire
and work all day with imps
This maddness brewed for a long time
Look what they have done to me

vincent armone

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