his hands are on my throat
i'm splayed here on some curb
shards of glass say starry night
when will this pigman stop?
his stink is like the dog
i still kill him in my sleep
the car door is open wide
the mouth of death still calls my name
i'll beat him on his face
and i stab with all my strength
and i scream until he goes
then i crawl across the road
then i crawl across the road