I cut my tongue in two

To sharpen its wit's bite

To speak my one side stories

As if I'm always right

With my golden teeth

Stained from vice's love

I grin a hint of a thousand sins

To say it's not enough

Cigarette scars singing skin

From ego's white hot clasp

Lost face to a Spanish angel

Last straw who broke my back

My legs have run from under me

Left to crawl away

My arms have but deserted me

Grasping for a vertabrae