I want to be sticky
I want the thin skin on the pole’s warmth
I want inside the undercurrent
She sees the aesthetic pleasure. A personal flame to fit the structure. To have the patriciate flow within her. She can manipulate the empty dupe while the hook strains and drags her. Such irony arrives inside the gossamer. Father could but couldn’t fill it. Subordinate collapse at the facade of her vanity. Still there’s nothing that’s completed the graft. Now the elite, she perceives, is the antidote, and all of their poison will fill the hole. She needs the patriciate to flow within her.
I am the hollow despoiled
I pursue the poisonous remedy
I am the cheated ghost
I am the cigarette burn
We peel my chewed fingernails backwards to expose the pink in which we’ll turn black

She is more curtailed than any of the other people she makes her demons. Turned a burnt offering into something less desirable just by spreading the fire. The flummoxed sour victim looks forth to the cavernous homes of similar swollen sores. And upon life will this misguided be dressed with a dazzling yet inside-torn vest.

She sees the aesthetic pleasure. A personal flame to fit the structure. To have the patriciate flow within her. She can manipulate the empty dupe while the hooks strains and drags her. Such irony arrives inside the gossamer. Father could but couldn’t fill it. Subordinate collapse at the facade of her vanity. Still there’s nothing that’s completed the graft. Now the elite, she perceives, is the antidote, and all of their poison will fill the hole. She needs the patriciate to flow within her.
My craving lens sees a glue
Each shell commences and inebriates
My craving lens sees a glue
Each shell smiles while plunging the dagger
My craving lens sees a glue
Each shell veneered in ravishing dirt
My craving lens sees a glue
Each shell beautifully covering up the hurt
A bellowing heart will ensue the tracks that lead straight to the pit of a new world. A desire for smoke to conceal her thoughts as she looks for a way to take some control. An abuser abused is in touch with the way that serenity doesn’t exist as portrayed. Veins that will flow with the rush of decay. And let yesterday have more light than today.
Vile diffusion within her grasp. Embrace the numb - live the side effects. Surrounded by cut-up livestock. A home at last - a receding box. Vile diffusion within her grasp. Embrace the numb - live the side effects. Surrounded by cut-up livestock. A home at last - a receding box.
I am leaving this world
I am joining my own kind
One where I can be numb
One where I can be numb