Self Portrait

Cancerous canvas spit blood on me. Revell in this, born in this shit, up to my knees. Broken knees, knee-capped and handicapped, panic attacks, dads black strap, noose snapped, pills came back up. Smashed reflections, that's seven years bad luck. Tough break, chin up, evolution in my cup, drink it up and become human once more, don't stop. Too much, never enough, love hurts, drugs come first. What's that on my shirt? Is it dried blood or just some old dirt? So much dirt, im filthy. Please clean me. Bathe me like your baby, persue me and subdue me. Wrap a wire around my neck and funking do me. Then screw me like you knew. Oh, if only you knew me, but now it's too late to see, I can not show you.