Ms Apathy

she has slits slowly shredding though her fishnets..
until recently, she was known as Pasadena's own nymphet
cause beyond her silky legs lies any mans perfect banquette
so she imagines her life in a new perspective, a new mindset
after, she contemplates a quick game of Russian roulette

she aches for the compassion and joys of her lost serenity
though shes grown to savior the behaviors of honest obscenity
and the resentment that constantly shadows her lost identity
now now- this doesn't mean shes ignorant to the meaning of chivalry
she just never had the honor of meeting someone with true civility

a world that's cluttered with drugs, sex, and violence
has rendered all her amenity with a constant state of malevolence
she chokes back all her misery into repulsive vile silence
with absinthe fueled desire accompanying her own distorted repugnance
all the while she thrives on spite as her affection evolves to impulsive malice

she is a queen that's both passionate and vindictive
prohibiting further realization that blissful fortune is restrictive
her words are blades that always promise shes afflictive
with a consciousness of tyrants that persuade her to be inflictive
and a pleasant deceiving smile upon her lips that is addictive

alas all she really wants is to rip apart her wretched eyes
bleed the flesh and stitch along her venom of disguise
incinerate the faults of a once pristine portraits lies
and paint the shades of vanity to rejoice in they're demise
so she can feel emotion once again- and laugh as everyone dies