you stand there like the Venus de Milo
sharpshooter on the plains
golden dreams of yesterday
standing buck naked in the rain
forgotten vows of yesteryear
I can’t forget anymore
you hold me down and I try to breathe
the towel is laying on the floor
gold diggers and their social lives
one more nail in your head
try to remember that I said this to you
you won’t remember cause you’re dead
and I can hear your body breathing