prestonrules

the first thing a whore does

at the end of the day

is shower to wash away

what they've done, and for what.

i want to visit the heaven

of f. rogers and j. denver,

so i'll know things are gonna

get better when we die.

and the grace

that you keep falling from;

crawling towards bethlehem,

comforting the seconds left

you're untying the bound.

"could you do me a favor

for awhile,and wait here,

see if they look back?"

you get angry

we didn't all scatter

in the fear of things to come.

in the meantime,

i'll be the one who runs.

and the things you do

to ease the pain

of the things you've done

are going to drive you insane.

you can't keep your hands

to yourself. you're gonna see

if you can be someone else

and be free from the self

you doubted you'd see

in anyboby else except me.