clean 2
(censored and amended )
A storm wails a storm
A thief in the night
the window latch catch rattles quick upon the hilt.
a finger quill quivered on the trigger
the room is cluttered
littered stacks of littered floor paper litter the floor
well I don't want to fucking touch them do I!
I is a little girl
her father lifts her up
she i sa little
she was a little girl
out of herself
and into his storm
and when
and, oh I what, I
did she say that fuck you fuck you fuck?
oh blah fucking blah
The room is stuffy, suffocating, does it always have to be so fucking hot!?
always fucking soffocatingshe feels infested by the mess, i feel infected i feell aaaaaaah he opens her mouth to scream and no sound comes out, and how would you know how the fuck would you kniow what it...fu...aaaaaaaaahfutile but….the window latch rattles the fuckig thw fucking window latch, what is you r obsession, what is your obsession with words? temptingly upon the catch… and what does all this junk matter an
when she was a little girl
her father would lift her up out of her self
and into his storm
throwing her, spinning her
round, up, through
lifting her into the light,
cleansing her of
the window bursts open,
your a fucking thief, you are!
the wind steals in
takes everything.
a fucking thief!
lets go dancing
the room is empty
oh its so fucking clean I could lick a knife