Today’s Iconoclast

Today's iconoclast

The feeling never lasts

It's not hard to tell

That you're not doing well

Your smile down the hill

I ran to meet you there

We gave blood to our fantasies

We play fuck, kill, marry

A fresh addiction

Comes with the discipline

Hates the noise of sorrow

I read it in the Amazon Basics Bible

Today's iconoclast

It's nothing serious

But it's not hard to tell

When you're not doing well

I saw your wings get clipped

It's a bloodbath

You could call it what you'd like

Spit smacks on porcelain

Mary down the drain

The beating of a white wing

The beating of a white wing

Beating of a white wing

White wing