Janice Webb

This weekend i lost my protection while laying to rest
i found them on the floor staring silently, just watching my soul undress
but i've my vulnerability now though as change takes it's course
virginity returns to a soiled body to be taken away once more
when i say soiled, i mean filthy, infected in every pore
diseased with lust, bankrupt of trust, with a handful of festering sores
that cant stop oozing the scents of random skirts all causing my skin to burn
that contract and return back to my arteries then react and force me to learn
until i'm gathering criteria to be a better leper
first the shells then my dick, then my heart feels better to be
governed by the hollow with an absence of me, instead of a faint memory
slow it down
do you hear the words your saying and i said
dont know how
i dry my eyes and
sit down
take a breath to clear my conscience and he said
you know now
i dry my eyes

slow it down
do you hear the words your saying, and he said
don't know how
he dried his eyes and said
where do you go to sit and enjoy the privacy?
that you claim i need today
where do you go? cus i just cant seem to get away.
from this mess i made today