“The Angst of Losing the Lost”

The angst, oh the angst.

The angst of losing the lost

Who are gone

Who are gone like the wind

Never to return

Always lost

Lost

Like losing letters from a lecherous lover

Angst, oh the angst.

The angst of my soul ebbed and flowed

Eating away at my heart

Leaving bloody contusions

The blood of my bloody heart spewed forth

Like a river

Which ebbs and flows

Like the ocean

The ocean

The ocean

The ocean of my soul

My which was as orange as an orange

Tell me, what can I say about orange?

Orange

Oh, orange…

The angst of my soul

In response to the loss of my lecherous lover’s letters

It flows on like a river

Like a river of the blood that spews from my heart