Molting

There were some weapons around here somewhere.
The Goddamn terrain keeps changing
Before I have a chance to find my stash.
So much for a bug out bag.

At this point I couldn't find my ass
With hairspray and a blow torch.
Just when you feel like your faculties
Are about you, something pretty with a softer voice
Steals your purse.

Funny how you never get tired of feeling dooped.

You took the steel in my bones and
Said thank you.
I was struck so I said, "you're welcome."
I'm soft now, with no shell.

Try not to kill me too much.