Beautifully Grotesque

Fire burns bright
 burning her from the inside
Lights the face of rage

Standing

on the back of the nice one
 who makes everything alright


Weakness
never got her anywhere
Chasing rainbows all the pretty
 little things nice girls like lay
 in a pile

Rusted

broken, lying around like a
 corroded symbol of death

Building

strength from pain fortified
with anger
The worthless little cottage
 called life crumbling into fake
 reality stumbling over what
 could be,
 what never was

That Hollywood face has lost
 its beauty
 I never thought she was

Kiss destruvtion
 reach your tongue down the
throat of  comfort

Soft eyes

gentle smile is dissolved a face
 of wax melting

I like how she looks it excites
 me with the rebar poking
through,  jagged edges will cut
 if yet too close shards of glass
 slicing through

To dance

with her now would be
 beautifully grotesque