Seattle drippings

Long let stand the pleasance of my hand on bare skin flesh to crawl with a drawl of significance on this night full of the drippings of a Seattle rain
and blood is the color of my sleeplessness the value of my sheepishness in the face of your dead grin
but i am a pear of a man the sick sick brand broken by loathing a self bloating instability that ruins to cripple me with its own redundancy over and over and over and over again
what is that in your frown in that drool on your crown as you judge as if you could as if your subjectivity was the objectivity of my enmity
believe me relieve me deceive me receive me oh just hold me tell me that i am worth the trouble.