Square, velvet, and faded purple

Baby face in the night
I went along with it
I tried to resurrect it
I became what I wanted to be

But I didn’t know it

I thought it was going to be okay
But, well, you know the rest

I thought it was going to get done
With or without me

I thought I saw me in the splatters
of paint
of blood
of jizz
of brain

I thought it would happen


But it’s still the same old thing
It’s still the same old me
No matter what I do
No matter who I see
No matter

No matter




No. Matter.

N o . m a t t e r .

There is no solace.