I can't seem to shake
the nervousness out of this sexless body.
Get up to the rafters,
turn those passive hands into clenched fists
while we thirst and beg for violence tonight.
Running around and around again
and where it stops we no longer know any more
because we're running.
We'll be rbeaking our backs to dig more holes,
constantly standing by the phone.
Claw through this dirt-ridden face just to draw more blood,
thirsting and begging for violence tonight.

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