A pound of flesh to take me home. my other skin is shedding off. These white lights wait like i never learned how to. They tried to teach i just couldn't listen. I've heard it all, it's my final story. The moral of a fable that i've heard before. Slap my wrist with a wooden ruler. Draw straight lines down my chastity. Every notch will glow like a scarlet letter, every opened leg will spill the seed. I've heard this version called by a different name- a sweetness i had better not enjoy. Inside this mouth i will choke on laughter, outside it's punished for it's filthy sound. All we hope for is to die of laughter. So choke it out.