Would I bleed if I said I'd like to kick a god?

From there I awoken the blood rushed forth through my nostrils and into my tongue

(Bang! Bang! Bang!)

She was banging on my door, and in my bed I hear her calling my name

Once again bringing me back my consciousness and troubled thoughts

I mutter, I mutter, I mumble to myself, reminding me of the hate of being interrupted in my sleep

I rose to my feet and paid little thought to my unkempt hair, wondering what it was that she woke me up for

(One last Bang!)

Before I opened the door, smiled at her precariously, greeted her stare in red underwear

Fortunately for both of us my phallus was calm and sore as the heat of the gloomy afternoon

Blood rushed to my head, felt something amiss between my teeth

Blood literally gushed forth in sputum form and almost choked me with it

The taste I can still feel inside me rushing, a locomotive sensation, unbridled

All the while she was talking and talking and talking to me

All the while I was nodding and nodding and nodding to her

My strength collapsed in that frail state of mine

There was nothing that could impose me into bludgeoned calm

Everything around me was tender, all but harsh

As she strolled there and about my room and the next in search of an answer

Mine was on my reveries waiting to be told, it rings, I answered

Lifeless images and vivid recollections sprang forth from my frivolous imagination

She began to dance in front of me dressed in blanched gown

Her horrible face remain notwithstanding, hard to digest

My fist crawled to a sphere wanting to mend its maker

As her demands slowly come piling up, whether or not I like it, she says

In between dreams, you see yourself create new realities, mine was my own personal limbo

Where I could have anything and everything I could have ever thought of and imagined

But still I decided to go against it thinking that my blood is not worth the price for this wasted longevity

Her gown was gone but she still stood right there and continued speaking

I fell to my own deeds and gave myself a new uprising

Wrapped my head in towel, tiptoed towards the shower, gave myself a clean thought

Yet I could still smell the faecal scent of air looming

Brushed my teeth with that same smell, I made friends with disgust

Turning towards my eye, I could see the reflection to my soul

She stood waiting in my room, gasping for air in the balcony right after gulping the same air where I was

Picture her dying in my thoughts, falling from the balcony, dying from her asthma, or all

My hand met my face and woke me up once again, only five minutes in to the shower and I was done

Pay me partly for her crimes, I say, as I would for myself someday

The trousers hang about waiting for the last call and there I was staring at it like a fly to faeces

I inhaled the thought and gave me warmth and high, she smelled my sock and found my sentimental photograph

Beside my pillow where I left it a couple of seconds after I stood up awake

And I turned the thought of having to smash her head with it, pardon my rudeness

Today was not my cup of day

Just like the day before yesterday and the day before that