Nirvana - Paper Cuts
She'd push food thru the door.
I crawl towards the cracks of light,
Sometimes I can't find my way.
Newpapers spread around,
Soaking all that they can.
A cleaning is due again,
A good hosing down.
.
The lady whom I fell maternal love for,
Cant not look me in the eyes,
But I see hers and they are blue,
And they cock and twitch and masturbate.
.
Why?
I said so.
I said so.
I said so.
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Nirvana.
Nirvana.
Nirvana.
Nirvana.
Nirvana.
Nirvana.
.
Black windows of paint,
I scratch with my nails.
I see others just like me,
Why do they not try to escape?
They bring out the older ones,
They point at my way.
They come with their flashing fights,
And take family away.
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And very later I have learned to,
Accept some friends of ridicule.
My whole existance is for you amusement,
And that is why I'm here with you.
.
To take,
Me with,
Your life.
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Nirvana,
Nirvana,
Nirvana,
Nirvana,
Nirvana,
Nirvana,
Nirvana,
Nirvana.