"Acidic"

"Acidic"

Building castles in the sky
To hide my truths in
Lock up all the devastation
Hoping I can just walk away
...But I can't

Your kisses burn my skin
Acidic like battery guts
Blisters on my fingers
From touching your lips
My crown of metal shards
Digs into my scalp
Blood runs down my face
And stains my hair red

The gun I hold to my head
Is beautiful, shiny metal
Reflective in the blinding sunlight
Like my tin-foil eyes
My trigger finger wrapped in the lace
Given to me by a young seamstress
After we had social intercourse

At dusk, the wolves come to feed
I've peeled away my skin
To reveal bloody meat
Cauterize my veins with your golden lips
Now, seal my throat
So I can't scream