dirty hole

i saw the gravestones

i saw nine-year-old boys

somehow i knew they hated me

you can live as long as you want to live

lately all i want

is to be in your hole

sleep without a dream

as cold as it seems

it's my destiny

how many men have been

in your sacred hole?

as i spread her thighs

my life flashes before my eyes

soothing, disturbing

i'm intoxicated with fear

how many men have died

from this dirty hole?

how many men lay dead

from this killing hole?