there's a chair in my head
on which i used to sit
took a pencil and i wrote
the following on it
now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be
dig it up and throw it at me
where can i run to?
where can i hide?
who will i turn to?
now i'm in a virgin state of mind
got a knife to disengage the voids that i can't bare
to cut out words i have written on my chair