Uneven lines

Could we be /parallel/ marks

Scrawled with the accuracy of the tide

And it's hard to believe but I'm high on desire

Which one of us can survive?

Shifting winds; life ain't on your side

Crawling and grabbing to keep a balance between light and dark

Daytime is only the absence of night

Today faded with the annoyance of words

Licking thirstily from puddles

Dirty and damned we live in the streets

Purgatory was too good for us

Such crooked children

Our /parallel/ marks slash through your upperclass cultured education

I don't fuckin need you to know heaven

And it's hard for you to believe…but I'm trippin on desire