Renaissance

For the girls with covered eyes and rust covered fingers.

I'll eat the roses that bloom at your feet
formed by the pools of blood
that trickle from your ankles to the ground

the cold, rocky ground

because there will always be the girls
who leave red lipstick stains on tissues
and masturbate instead of doing their homework

and I guess it's all just predestination

because the blood's still black
and nothing can stop the flow, I've tried
It must be worth it to give up all together

and let


the   dusk





     sink in