WHY AM I NOT CUT FROM MARBLE
COLD FLAWLESS AND SMOOTH
I'M DENTED WITH THE SINS I'VE COMMITTED
SLIPPING FARTHER UNDER THE DUVET
TINTING BEDROOM WALLS RED
WITH THE BLOOD FROM MY HYPOCRITICAL VEINS
PROWLING DOWN THE STREET
SCREAMING EXPLETIVES AT THE SHRINE OF BEAUTY
SLEEK SHARP TONGUE SPLICING YOUR SKIN
LET ME TEAR YOU DOWN ONCE MORE
SHRED YOU INTO PIECES
RIP YOUR INSIDES APART
IT'S THE NIGHT OF THE HUNTRESS
BLACK BOLD FINGERS REEKING OF DEATH
IN THIS BLACK AND WHITE WORLD
I'M A BURSTING SPECTRUM OF COLORS
DAYDREAMS TURNING ME DELUSIONAL
PHANTASMAL EPHEMERAL CARESSES
BETWEEN YOUR RIBCAGE
A OPIATED HAZE STATE
AWAY FROM THE PRAGMATIC BULLSHIT
ILLUSIONS OF YOUR FACE
HEAVILY CURTAINED WITH A FILM OF DUST
MORBID NOSTALGIA SETTING UP A WHIRLWIND OF EMOTIONS INSIDE ME
COLD METAL STROKING THE MOUTH PALATE
BULLETS OUT THROUGH THE STAGNANT SKULL
I AM FEARLESS
CRASHANDBURNCRASHANDBURN
DEATH IS THE NEW BLACK.
