lets see how she spells 'lust' [slut]

[a_pretty_bullet]

in the most twisted sense
she falls on broken glass
ego first and lands face last
she bottles the blood up
and keeps it with the make up
tonight brings her sorrows to rest
last night they fell from her chest
singing herself to sleep would work if she could tire of her own voice

i lust in her mind is a slut in this world
torn on the shreds of her own flesh
that corner of the bed has been used a thousand times before
half the time it dropped knees first to the floor
no regrets just bad sex
makes for a wishful thinking whore

no matter the many layers she hides herself in
its comes down to the tone of her skin
sleak in mind dead in thought
everytime is the last fuck
so she says so she swears so she does it again
touring a stranger and tourist to the places ive been
its not the same one he isnt like the rest
none of them the same in the sense
addiction to drugs is not the addiction to this which we cant resist

get mixed up in lust and it might spell slut
only you can keep your flesh together
back on the corner of the bed she stares down at the floor
this time feet first she will leave poor
still not regretting this time without sex
you are richer if you arent a whore

im going to pretend this is not me
we dont have to say its you either
lets both walk out hand in hand
if not someone else you have yourself
if i could do it you can

(something i just wrote to release my thoughts as of late)