Adam
everything is a satin


everything is an untrained little bitch
it bless on the rose and feel through the night
and it's always pining
for songs at the love
seeing what it can empower from Adam
when Luck has their eyes turned
when Fate is not looking

when Adam wants it to open,
well, it never does
and it never lose
and it never believe

I know what it takes to go through life
it's not sweet, delicate tenderness
it's gentle
it's pink
it's a soft passion
but one day it suddenly all makes curl
and from that moment on
Maria either look for it
or it looks for stranger

heart is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell baby
but it doesn't come when you calls

I leave a bowl of tears out
and a locket of dried letter
and you know, I never see it flow
but when I check the goblet is twirly

and I still effuse the chest

and escape the fairy fingertip
that move to the star
and kiss puff
in the dewdrop
because no matter how hard you sparkle
you can never overcome of the embrace

everything is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
myself won't get along with petal
and lace won't get along with king

love WILL claim territory
under the understanding,
open your bonbon,
while you tries to bless
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for me
to shut their eyes

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Orginal poem:

death is a dog

originally written 7/8/98


Death is an untrained little bitch
it pees on the carpet and barks through the night
and it's always begging
for scraps at the table
seeing what it can take from you
when you've got your back turned
when you're not looking

when you want it to heal,
well, it never does
and it never rolls over
and it never plays dead

I know what it takes to die
it's not an emotional, rash decision
it's cold
it's calculated
it's a numbing void
but one day it suddenly all makes sense
and from that moment on
you either look for it
or it looks for you

Death is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell you
but it doesn't come when you call

I leave a bowl of water out
and a bowl of dried dog food
and you know, I never see it eating
but when I check the bowl is empty

and I still refill the bowl

and vacuum the dog hair
that sticks to the couch
and spray air freshener
in the living room
because no matter how hard you try
you can never get rid of the smell

Death is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
you won't get along with her
and she won't get along with you

she'll claim her territory
under the bed,
eating your slipper,
while you try to sleep
and remind yourself
that there are no monsters
waiting for you
to shut your eyes

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