Ya gotta go where it hurts

Where it kicks the shit of you

N blood and

Teeth and skin is torn

Where you cry to blackfaced sheep all fuzzy and soft

And baby pigs trying to find a nipple on his brother

Ya gotta go there, somewhere,

In the valley 

of Death/Sorrow/Masturbation

In the shadows where a circle lurks quietly waiting

Where pain walks behind trees and whispers

And lures you with the sirens twisted and tied

with tales of honey sap like toasted virgins ears

And beautiful leaves of breasts and soft tired buttery

Whatevers 

That's close to where  

You have to travel

But be back by dinner