Bishop The Musician
<Insert intro explaining the lack of an intro.> raindrop on the tongue of the parched, de- flated beach ball in the hands of the young, lit cig 'tween the fingers of a nun, one sin's never gonna...
<Insert intro explaining the lack of an intro.>raindropon the tongue
of the parched, de-
flated beach ball
in the hands of the young, lit
cig 'tween the fingers
of a nun,
one sin's never gonna be enough
fuck the prose
words will never be enough.
the writing's on the walls
but you can't read it
you aren't here
i need a sign you
can't ignore or a call
you're bound to hear
.
the words just aren't enough
on their own
to pull my heart strings
i can't find peace
without my blood
on guitar strings.
.
the words are going cold
the poetry has not a heartbeat.
i need to take the stage
and pray to god that they can't see me.