Walking End

My opinions forced through the pet door, I talk from a porclean doll mouth praised on the head this crestfallen child, even a haunting lullaby tires with my lips pressed deep I say goodbye like first steps faulter but isn't it better to be dredged from strong waters than surface on th walking end? red flagged with dependancy issues what make me cling to a love life filled with antiques these thoughts keep me in the tub water longer, till my fingers shrivel not a girl delegated into a corner anymore, my decorous debacles lapse I know you're no generations' gentleman but won't you leave a swarthy sheath over my stupor, i flush sanguine when combatted with your sanctimony avast! this impasse sure I always mull on it before I quip and the old wounds they playfully tweak, tyrannizingly we repeat unremittedly this rancorous rapture on the walking end.