The tears are burning down my cloths.
I run naked through a crowd
full of duplicates
of me.
Laughing and pointing,
shouting out my shame.

I keep on beating myself.
My blood is pouring.
Each rotten corner of my wounded soul
is bleeding.

It's like bending over
every day
and getting fucked in the ass
by myself
for wrongs I didn't commit.
Then I go off smiling,
saying how wonderful the world is.

The obsession of defeat
is the way of living.
And living in the shallowness
of a Calvin Klein perfume
ain't easy for a child's soul
trapped.