fifteen stitches
a monologue and eulogy,
lips saoked in deciet,
she keeps a photograph locked in her mouth with plastic face designs.
in rubber rooms that float,
i'll open my wrists and let you in,
put hollywood in a soft syringe and push it in.
deep in the butchery,
cadavers for the spawning,
reprodused for consumption,
and its classical anyways,
the more i give to you the more i die.
throb to the pulse of life,
a silhouette stands still,
i am a teenage distortion, survived abortion,
overdose until you die.
this fall just broke my hands.
lips saoked in deciet,
she keeps a photograph locked in her mouth with plastic face designs.
in rubber rooms that float,
i'll open my wrists and let you in,
put hollywood in a soft syringe and push it in.
deep in the butchery,
cadavers for the spawning,
reprodused for consumption,
and its classical anyways,
the more i give to you the more i die.
throb to the pulse of life,
a silhouette stands still,
i am a teenage distortion, survived abortion,
overdose until you die.
this fall just broke my hands.