Rosary

Pages and pages and pages of poetry

I am not doing so well

Teach me the Bible, the scriptures, disciples

and baby teach me how to spell

My mother and father they got for a daughter

I wish that I could have been more

They were so proud when I learned how to walk

but since then I just lay on the floor

Then I lay

Rosary's safe and my pillow is hair

I'm coming to town, I'll call you when I get there

Nightmare explosions, and gentle corrosions

I never back down from a dare

But you wasted the gift that I tried hard to give

and you think that it's all so unfair

but after you spit and you stab and you seethe

do you really expect me to care?

That you lay

Over and under, backwards and blundering

Let me get out of your hair

Making me hate, I hope that you're wondering

How will I ever repair?

But you'll be so sorry when you find my body

Riddled with all your complaint

And all of your smoke and your mind is a joke

Did it hurt you so much that you lay?

That you lay

I lie down here, I lay down with the flies and the lilies you despise.