The Bees

I love the flowers.
I love the trees.
I love the universe,

And I still love the bees.
Bees, bees, like a slut
When she stings my blind eyes shut
She threw me down, and tied me up
Wiped inside out my open cuts

Scratched my mind until it bled
Twilight sights within my head
As the foetus came to be
She bled outright internally
And she made me fall in love

I could be outside right now
Smoking and doing drugs
But I'd rather be in here
With my guitar, making love
Joan of Arc hear the voice,
Or was she just paranoid?

She covered her face to hide her eyes
And blind her soul from the outside
Evolution ran aground
And left me where myself, I found.