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lausse the cat

Ciao Bella

 

Ciao Bella


Little red rides down the lip of my lover now
Must have sniffed a badly crushed pill should've wolfed it down
Caution now
Come kiss the water how much dizz
Does one chick need to feel less awful
"I think I might've gotten spiked"
I beg you get a grip you snorted up the shit like it was salty water pepper pig
I dislike a porky or a liar see a porcupine spikes
You just had one too many lines
"I don't feel too well"
Have a sip of water you'll be fine, let us sit
I'll roll a cigarette we'll simmer for a while
And as I said those syllables she whispered "Let me lie"
So I helped her sit on solid surface soiled by a brine of
Spilled beer and some nos balloons
Scatterd in a rotting room
Cracked cans and canisters
Flat ciggy butts from kids skanking to the anthem of dishevelled youth
Air-max and bumbag squadrons
Two stepping with a lit skunk spliff hung from lips fucked
Mean-whilst my chicks slumped
Quite in an unsolemn way
Wake up baby please its nearly day
Wake up baby please its nearly day
In a town where the night shines the brightest
The youth trace silver linings straight to their sinus
Where the light shines brightest on an iphone
Its no surprise sanity is seeked in being mindless
I gaze upon her pretty face to see if she be fine
The face I gaze upon is sending shivers down my spine
A drip of red progressed to sliver down her chin and neck
And build a scarlet puddle building up against my thigh
She starts too loose the light behind her eyes
And as they wonder north the only thing they leave behind is whites
"This is west mate"
Eyelids get heavy like her dead weight
"Yo pal call 999 before she vacates"
She meets her morbid fickle doom as is her path
And as her chalk coloured lips smile mrs death laughs
And as I sit there cradling her carcass I ponder life
Wandering if I be truly assed for it
I didn't ask for this
I didn't ask for this
Fuck it
I check her pockets for a baggy hiding in the crevices
Find a bag of pills and round about two grams of ketamin
Pop the capsules honouring the death of lady capulet and
Sniff the ket and grimace in exaggerated fashion
Throw my hands in the air and leave my fate to the gods

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