Monday, March 23, 2009

Sugar, Spice, and Human Sacrifice

down the hall with the broken fluorescents
the deaths tench is fantastic
in the cold room with the floral wallcoverings
that's where you'll pierce my leather skin
I bleed. is that what you were looking for?
it's thick, it's black, it's tar.
is that what you wanted to see?

do i make you nervous?
am i an anxiety attack in a skirt?
I am paxil and anti-depressants and sedatives and alcohol and cherry chapstick
a fucking mess.
your own personal sweatfest

call me a cunt, as long as you're calling me
I am a masochist, I dig it.
should i have married you, or buried you?
same shit, isn't it?

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