A digital painting...of [link] << that drawing...

"I guess by the bloodstain on your lips
And the wander of your fingertips
I should proof true to my emptyness
And stay here

Well I'm just a kid of ill repute
But Steena wears my only suit ?
And you are just a substitute
For the one that I hold dear

You know you could be anyone
God forgive my tastless tongue
I never should have been set free

I carve my eyes, I skin my face
And beg on how to be replaced ?
That’s how we deal with boys like me

I guess by this world so sick with loss
And your circusses so free of cost
I should climb down of my rugged cross
And lay with you

You know by now it’s half past late
And I only came here for escape
You, you’re just my next mistake
Light me to you ?

You know you could be anyone
God forgive your unborn sons
I hope they don’t end up like me

I drag my mind through sheets of shame
Blame myself, forgive the game
That’s how we deal with boys like me

But despite what you’ve been told
I once had a soul
Left somewhere behind
A former friend of mine

And I hate to speak so free
But you mean not much to me
So if the streetlights they shine bright
I'll be home tonight

I guess by the dim light in your eyes
And that to you all things come as a surprise
I should set the steel trap of your thights
And dive right in

To you I'm just a confused child
Insecure or in denial
Go raise your robes, go have your trial/try
I'll let you in

You know I could be anyone
God forgive what I should have done
My thoughts enough to kill tv ?

And yes, I guess I made/make this bed
But I'll take the sidewalk instead
That’s how we deal with boys with me

But despite what you’ve been told
I once had a soul
Left somewhere behind
A former friend of mine

And I hate to sound so true
But I mean nothing to you
And with the streetlights they shine bright
I'll be home tonight"
-- Two Gallants