"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." — Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Dropping atom bombs
And charm to kill
You don't know me
Your punk ass never will.
Gasoline courses through this blood
This nigga so tight
Your bitch ass can never get enough...
I sting like a deadly monster.
Keep you in suspense like an ill as constant.
Look in the eyes you can only see...
You have never met a devil quite like me.
And it breathes
I have felt Heaven
and delivered Hell.
With these torn up hands.
These fragile feelers.
I have wiped away a thousand tears and felt warm fresh blood turn sticky and cold with these hands.
I have written hate filled diatribes with these hands and the most romantic love letters they will never read.
These hands are going back in their sheaths...
To hide away till they are needed again.
Eating at Applebee's is tasty and kind of depressing. Eh such is life.
Broken man
Blood on the fingers
Rape of the soul
Rotting heart
and sad eyes
A way to grieve
the death of love.
I have broken all my toys
and forgot how to play.
A loaded gun to my head called life.
I know who I am
Destructive warrior
Fallen hero
Fucked up aftermath
Brave mentor
Tragic comic waste
Beautiful soul
Ugly faced
Ready for battle
Ready for tears
I know who I am
Blood on the knuckles
Skidmarks on the heart
Ready for love
Desperate for touch
Smiling in the face of death
Crying in the arms of loneliness
I am John Robison
I am
Captain PirateFace
So now I say...
Fuck that bitch.
Captain PirateFace
